anxiousness pools within louis’ stomach as he’s watching a flood of text messages rush in from his agents about leaked pictures. there’s so many emotions he’s feeling right now. fear, sadness, anger, frustration, practically name it and louis more than likely feels it after everything he’s reading. it’s no surprise pictures of he and harry managed to be leaked to the media, after all, things seemed far too good to be true and it really fucks with his head that they’d managed to get something so personal. what he really worries about is whether or not harry’s seen them yet, and what he could possibly be thinking. louis feels terrified that the possibility of any sort of secret they’d managed to hold so dear could be revealed and he’s just not ready for that yet. he’s not ready for harry, just yet. he’s too quick to run to his laptop, scrolling through between printing a few of the photographs for physical evidence beyond the text messages only before grabbing his keys and practically running to his car.
god he feels his heartbeat rush to his head, it seems to be any familiar feeling when it comes to harry but he’s choosing to ignore it anyways given the simple fact anger is just covering every other emotion he’s properly feeling at this very moment. he speeds on over to harry’s, fumbling around the compartment for the key to his place while parking in a secluded area that maybe and he extensively prays won’t be discovered so easily. with evidence, keys and his phone in hand, louis rushes up to the door as shaky hands fiddle with the keys to get the right one for the door. “ harry ! ” he calls out, it’s far from hidden that his voice is upset and more so scared more than anything he’s ever felt in his entire life. he wants to crawl into a hole and never come out again, hell, it was better off to put up this straight forward heterosexual act before he’d actually been caught with harry in the first place. his keys fall to a table near by, not even bothering to slip off his shoes as he’s on a foot search for harry and god knows wherever he just might be right now.
once he’s finally tracked him down in the lounge, he practically flops the pile of photographs onto the table while hands instantly land onto his hips seconds later. “ do ye’ know these exist ? the whole fuckin’ world just might know ‘bout us before i fuckin’ do. that’s just absolutely fuckin’ great, innit. ” louis’ voice is ten different octaves at this very moment as his hands travel up to flushed face, rubbing over it while fingertips press heavy into his eye sockets to avoid the concept of looking at harry, but he can’t just do that, he has to face the fact that he’s not ready for this type of media yet. not when it comes to the two of them. “ we ‘ave t’ tell them it’s not what it’s like. we can’t just . . fuck, we can’t do that. m’not ready t’ do that yet. s’gotta be fake, a lie, we can’t. ” he rambles out quick, shaking his head all too quick in between frustratingly dropping his arms right to his sides.