Chapter 45

Harry's POV

After sharing a few more kisses, Louis and I went on a walk as promised.

He held my hand as we walked, I didn't mind, it was other people who did...this woman glared at us and grabbed her daughter by the hand and stormed off. We weren't doing anything though, I don't get why she was so angry...

I tapped on Louis's shoulder, "Lou, I thought we weren't suppose to, you know...hold hands in public.."

He shook his head and smirked, "I just kissed you in public a minute ago"

I blushed, smiling at the ground, yeah he did. I wonder what the fans would say, if they would like it or hate it, I know one thing for sure, I loved it.

We continued walking and chatting, Louis asked how I'd been, which I thought was a strange question, since he's been with me almost every day, I nodded saying "good" which I knew was a complete lie, I'd been cutting more than ever in the past few days...I wasn't going to let him know that though. I guess I'm kind of thankful he doesn't remember last night, he doesn't remember pulling up my sleeve and seeing the fresh cuts, the ones I'd inflicted upon myself....

Louis let go of my hand and walked over to a park bench and sat down, "I need a rest" he sighed, yawning, stretching a bit. I nodded, "I'll sit with you" I sat next to Louis and laid my head on his shoulder, I like moments like these, just me and him, no one else, just the two of us.

Or so I thought, I glanced across the street, and froze, I flinched, gripping Louis's shirt tight in my hands, he looked down at me, puzzled, "what's the matter, hazz?"

I swallowed hard, biting my lip, "t-those are the guys that beat me up yesterday" I pointed to the group of boys hanging around the coffee shop across the street, they were whistling at a few girls who passed by, getting nothing but glares from them. "Good" I thought, they don't deserve those girls, not the way they treat people.

Louis looked around, until he noticed them, "that's them?"

I nodded, pulling my sleeves over my hands, "I-I wanna leave..."

Louis stared at me, "no, not yet, not until I give them a piece of my mind" he stood up, I clutched his hand hand to my chest, "no, Lou they'll hurt you..."

He shook his head, "don't care"

I bit my lip, "w-what if they hurt me again?"

Louis gritted his teeth, "they won't, I'll protect you"

Before I could protest, Louis grabbed my hand and we crossed the street. I felt sick, this can't be happening...why does he feel the need to try and fix everything? It's nice and all but why can't he leave well enough alone, I don't want to cause anymore trouble, they picked on me before, hated me for doing absolutely nothing to them. If he confronts them they'll probably kill him, Edward made it very clear he HATES me.. Liam said he was probably jealous of my fame and that I had millions of fans, but...I don't think that's true, I think he just hates me...