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Harry might as well become a murderer.

He lay awake in their hotel room, holding Lou in his arms.

He had already talked to his manager, his lawyer, his family. He was sporadically checking all of his social media's, checking if the posts or reposts were still up.

Which, some of them were.

Some of his fans hadn't taken down the posts, despite them getting a lot of hate.

And he knew that there were thousands of people who had screen recorded and screenshotted the pictures.

He felt sick.

He never could have imagined someone would have done something like that to him.

He was humiliated. He was torn.

He couldn't face his fans anymore.

He let them down.

The younger fans.

Oh God, his younger fans.

What would they think of him if they saw the posts?

What would their parents think?

Eleanor.

That bitch.

She had been following them around, posing on the internet as one of Louis' friends, a fan to both of them.

Which, he supposed she was, at first.

Before Louis had met Harry.

When she was just another one of Louis' followers on his popular instagram account.

But then, he started dating Harry.

And she turned psychotic.

Was this all Harry's fault?

Maybe if he just left Louis alone, left him as just another one of his fans.

But Harry needed Louis.

He needed him like oxygen.

He was so glad he had messaged Louis.

And he was so glad to have Louis.

But, everything felt like it was going wrong.

He didn't know what to do.

Louis' mum, Eleanor, Harry's family, both of their families seeing the pictures.

He was scared of what his family would think of him.

Of what Louis' family would think of him.

But he was so mad at Eleanor.

This was her fault.

She harassed them.

He knew that, but he couldn't help but blame himself.

He was ashamed.

His fans. His fans saw him, in intimate positions, doing intimate things.

With Louis.

Louis was also so exposed.

So violated.

Eleanor had stripped their privacy from them.

Was Harry overreacting?

Was this not even a big deal?

Maybe I should just call off my lawyers, he thought.

No, he wasn't making a big deal, was he?

He needed to stop thinking.

But he didn't know how.

He couldn't sleep.

He couldn't let Louis down.

He had to be strong for him.

A wringing sound pierced his ears, and looking around the dark room, he realized it was Louis' phone.

He stretched his arm out as far as it could go, trying not to wake Louis, his fingertips grazing the phone that was charging on the bedside table.

He was finally able to reach it, grabbing onto the device and bringing it to his face, squinting at the harsh light.

Phoebe.

He answered the phone, though he had never talked to Louis' younger sisters before.

"Hi Phoebe, Louis is asleep right now. Are you alright? How are the others?"

His voice was hoarse and quiet, and he cringed slightly at the awkward first encounter with one of Louis' sisters, excluding occasional comments on instagram.

"Oh my God, hi Harry!" Phoebe whisper yelled excitedly.

He forgot Louis' sisters were also fans of him.

Oops.

"We're all doing fine, thank you. I was just gonna ring him to let Lou know that none of us had seen any of the pictures. Well- except Lots. But she said it didn't really show anything. I know how much Louis worries about us, so when he wakes up, could you please tell him that we still love him very much and that this whole... situation with that whore- don't tell him I said that! This whole situation doesn't change him at all?"

Harry chuckled at the young girl's words, a fond feeling filling his heart, "Of course I can tell him, Phoebe. And no, I promise you that your foul language will stay between us, yeah?"

He heard the girl giggle from the other end of the phone, "Thanks Harry. Have a good night then, and take care of my brother!"

Harry laughed at her stern tone, "As always! Good night to you, too, Phoebe."

The girl hang up the phone, so Harry put it back on the nightstand table.

Then, he wrapped himself onto Louis again, holding the sleeping boy close to him.

"I love you, Louis. So so so much. We'll get through this soon, okay? Your family still loves you. They always will. Good night, baby."

He whispered into Louis' hair, before kissing the top of Louis' head, resting his own on top of it.

He'll worry about everything tomorrow.

(A/N: Hola peeps. The end of the school year is soooooo close right now, and I still have three exams to do. I know for sure that I'm going to fail the one I have for my science class, but whatever. And I actually ended up getting a 35.75/35 on my Algebra final, somehow. And, not gonna lie, I totally have a crush on my Algebra teacher. I'm gonna miss her, honestly. Anyway, this chapter was kinda short, but the drama ain't over! So, uh, look out for the next chapter. And I'm also trying to update my smut book a lot more frequently. So if you want to check it out, that would be greatly appreciated.)