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HSupdates BREAKING NEWS: a fan that goes by the username @Lou's_Girl has hacked into Harry Styles' iCloud!!! These are some of the photos she (Lou's_Girl) has given us! More in the next post 😌

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HSupdates here are the other pictures @Lou's_Girl has given us! Pretty raunchy, right ladies? 😉🤤

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Louis

Louis felt like he was going to throw up.

He has never felt more violated and emmbarresed in his life than he did right now.

He was scrolling through Instagram and twitter, notification after notification popping up.

He couldn't believe what that bitch had done.

Was that why she was always following them around?

There were other posts on that account, pictures that Eleanor had taken of him and Harry - whether it was just one of them, or them together.

They were obviously taken without consent, and they were taken from all the places Harry had shows this tour, taken from the hotels they had stayed in, taken from the planes Harry and Lou had flown on.

The most disturbing one, Louis thought, was the one of him in Harry's room, changing his clothes.

He was in Harry's house!

That meant, Eleanor had had to of snuck into Harry's yard, and found his bedroom window just so she could get a picture.

How the holy dicks did she even get a picture through the window, if Harry's room was on the second floor of the house?

That was so illegal.

Harry was talking to his manager and lawyer while Louis tried not to throw up, shakily finding Niall's contact to call him.

He had hidden himself under the covers of the hotel bed he was currently under, the faint, angry noise of Harry coming from the second section of their hotel room drifting through to Louis' ears.

Louis found Niall's contact, the name for him only slightly easing his mind; Irish Whore 🥵🙄

Niall picked up on the second ring.

"Hey, Lou," he answered quietly, "I saw what happened. How are you, buddy?"

Louis sniffled, "Not good, Ni. I feel completely violated. Not only did this happen to me, but it also happened to Harry. And now both of our f-families will see those pi-pictures and I don't want my sister's to see, because they're so y-young still and it's embarressing, same for Harry.

But there's also all his fans that will see. Some of-of them are very young, they shouldn't have to see things like that and I am just so embarrased and humil-humiliated. And, and to make it worse; we had met her, we spoke to her, I considered her as a sort of friend at one point, Ni, but look what she did!"

His voice was crackling and quiet throughout, his brain working quick and his mouth working quicker.

Niall stayed quiet, letting Louis say what he had to, before he spoke.

"I know, Lou, I know. I texted all of your sisters immediately after I saw. Told them not to go on any social media for awhile. The only one who's seen anything was Lottie, okay? And she's just as disgusted by what Eleanor did as we all are. She only saw one picture, and it wasn't a bad one. Okay?"

That reassured Louis a bit, but he was still so recked, "what about Harry's family?"

Niall sighed sadly from the other side, "I don't have anyone of their numbers, babe, I couldn't do anything. But Harry's family members are a lot older, mature. If they do see it, I don't think they'll look at the pictures, okay? Yours and Harry's fans are reporting and blocking all of the posts and trying to get anyone who has screenshots to delete them. How's Harry doing?"

Louis wiped at his eyes angrily, sniffing hard and trying not to cry anymore.

"He's talking to his team, and his lawyer, in the other room. He was so angry, Ni. So angry, and it hurts so much because he should never be angry at anyone. I want to go comfort him, but I don't want to leave this bed and I don't want to interrupt his phone call."

He wasn't sure if he was making sense or not, because his mind was clouded over with panic, and all of these strong emotions from the whole situation.

"I'm sorry, Lou. I wish so much that I could be there with you. Your mum seems to be getting better, though. So that's good, right? Her boyfriend, Devin, hasn't been over twenty-four seven like he usually has been, and Jay looks a lot happier. We went to the cinema earlier, even."

Louis was able to smile a bit at that, releived that his mum was doing better.

"What did you guys watch?"

Niall chuckled, "I don't even know what it was called. We just picked a random movie. It wasn't that interesting, anyway. But your mum enjoyed it. She was laughing. She hadn't laughed in a bit, so I'm glad she was able to."

Louis could hear Harry walking into the room, over to the boy who was still hiding under the covers.

"That's so good to hear. Thank you, Ni, you don't know how grateful I am for you. I need to talk with Harry now, though. But I'll talk to you as soon as I can, okay?"

"Okay, Lou. Please don't be going on social media right now, okay? Give it a break for now and let Harry's team take care of it. Eleanor will probably end up in jail for all of this shit, yeah?"

Louis nodded, "okay, Ni."

"I love you, Louis. I'll see you when I see you."

"I love you too," Louis whispered, "Bye, Ni."

"Bye, Lou."

Louis put his phone down next to him, before the covers were being pulled down from his face.

He peered up at Harry, who was standing next to the bed beside Louis, looking down at him.

"Hi, baby," He whispered.

"Hi," Louis responded. His voice was barely there, he was too upset to talk loud.

Harry got into the bed beside Louis, pulling him on to his chest.

"Baby, I'm so sorry," Harry apologized.

"Why are you sorry? The only one to blame here is her," Louis said, laying his head in the crook of Harry's neck.

"I know," Harry started, "but I feel terrible that this happened. How are you doing, baby?"

"I'm not too good, Haz. I don't want to face anyone ever again."

Harry ran his hands through Louis' hair, kissing the top of it multiple times, squeezing Louis tight.

"My manager has cancelled the rest of tour."

Louis looked up at Harry at that, staring into his eyes for a moment.

He leaned forward, bumping their noses softly before kissing Harry.

Their lips moved together sweetly for just a moment, before Louis was pulling back again.

"I think that's the best option right now. Maybe you could finish the rest of the tour in the future? Keep all the tickets and stuff so that the fans who have payed for shows already don't just waste their money."

"I think that's a good idea, love," Harry smiled soft, running his hands over Louis'hair, brushing it out of his face.

"Are we going home, then?" Louis asked.

They were currently in Denver.

Harry's face contorted to a sad, depressed expression.

Louis frowns at that.

"What?" He whispers.

Harry sighs, running his hands up and down Louis' arms.

"Baby, I live in London, you live in Doncaster."

Louis feels his heart break at that. The tour ending, and abruptly at that, means that Harry and Louis won't be spending their time together 24/7 anymore.

Like Harry had said, Louis lives in Doncaster, while Harry lives in London.

Louis' eyes well up with tears, and he hugs Harry tighter than he ever has before.

He cries softly into Harry's chest, holding him tight as if he'd leave right in that moment.

"Baby, how about you stay with me for now? In my house in London. We can talk to your professors about taking the rest of the semester online, and then you can graduate at the end of this semester," Harry tries, rocking them slightly.

Louis sniffles, puckering up immediately.

He picks his head back up, tears staining his face.

"Really?" He asks Harry.

Harry nods, and Louis crashes their lips together again.

They kiss for a longer time than before, Harry's hands holding Louis' waist, and Louis' holding Harry's face.

"My lawyers are going to be helping me win the case, once we go to court, and that will get that bitch behind bars, okay?"

Louis nods frantically, attaching their lips again.

He's so overwhelmed right now and doesn't know how to feel, so he just kisses Harry like he's his oxygen supply.