I lay on Louis' bed, waiting for him to get ready so that we could go out.

Finally, he came out of the bathroom. He lay down next to me, pulling me into his arms.

"You know, we could just stay here…" His hand slowly crept up the side of stomach, tugging my shirt out of my shorts and dragging it up with it.

I playfully slapped his hand away, tucking my shirt back in. "You've been spending way too much time with Harry."

He laughed, and I rested my head on his shoulder. After a few minutes, he sighed. "Come on, let's go."

I let him help me up off the bed, laughing when Louis saluted Harry, who was sitting on the couch, on the way out.

Louis entwined his fingers with mine as we walked down the outside stairs, pulling away to open the door for me.

We walked to the park, eventually playing a game of spot-the-fan. I was losing terribly, as I either assumed that everyone was a fan or no one was a fan. Louis was a lot better than me at spotting them.

As we walked through the park, though, even I could tell the fans apart from everyone else. They weren't being very stealthy. They were openly snapping pictures of us. Part of me just wanted to run away and hide.

Louis didn't seem that bothered, chatting away. I had never felt more self-conscious in my life. I knew that those pictures would be on the Internet and that all the fans would see them. What if they hated me? I had no clue what to do of they did.

"El, you okay?" Louis put his hand on my back as we crossed the road, noticing my silence.

I looked at him, feeling like a deer in headlights. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just feeling a little queasy."

"Do you want to go home? If you feel sick…"

I bit my lip, feeling bad for ditching him. "Do you mind? I really don't feel that well."

He shook his head. "It's fine. Come on, I'll walk you home." He wrapped his arm around my waist, leading me in the direction of my apartment.

Once he was convinced I would be fine on my own, he tucked me into bed and left me to sleep off my sickness

I woke up a few hours later, still not feeling that great. It was probably all down to nerves. I was scared of what had become of the photos from earlier.

Embracing my mother's never-failing solution to sickness, I hopped in the shower. Sitting under the stream of water, I felt slightly better than before.

After taking possibly the longest shower in history, I decided to just get it over with. It was time to face my fears.

I sat in my robe with my laptop, my hair tied up in a towel.

Knowing that twitter and tumblr would be the best places to look, I started there. First I checked the trending topics. Nothing there. A few trends about some sport, something about tacos and something about a girl named Hannah.

Louis hadn't tweeted since this morning, so nothing there either.

I decided to move onto tumblr. Checking the posts tagged 'Louis Tomlinson', I saw literally post after post about Louis and me. Most just wanted to know who I was, some wanted my legs. But then there were the posts with #poorhannah written as comments.

I went back to twitter, remembering the trend about Hannah. Looking at the tweets, I felt tears forming in my eyes.

They hated me.

Tweet after tweet was about how I was only using Louis for fame, how I had stolen him from this Hannah girl.

I closed the web page, not wanting to read them anymore.

My phone vibrated, and Louis' name came up on my screen. I answered it, bringing the phone to my ear.

"Hey babes! How are you feeling? Are you alright? El?"

All I could manage to say was "who's Hannah?"

Knocking at the door distracted me from the computer screen, that I was still staring at after my phone call with Louis fifteen minutes ago. I had hung up on him after he babbled on for a minute or so.

I ignored the knocking, pulling my hair out of the towel it had been wrapped up in.

I couldn't take this. Being hated by the fans, being accused of using Louis for fame, being compared to his ex. It was all just too much.

I don't know why I was still so enraptured by the hate on the computer screen. It was upsetting me but I just kept reading more. It was a cruel curiosity.

The knocking stopped for a few seconds before I heard a key turning in the lock. I heard footsteps coming towards my room and looked up to see Louis standing there, my spare key in his hand. I cursed myself for using it the other day on our first date, I'd have to find a new spot to hide it now.

"El…"

I stood up, closing my laptop. "I don't want to hear it. You only broke up with your ex a few weeks ago? Why the heck did you ask me out then? Am I some type of rebound girl? Now everybody hates me, I knew getting involved with you was a bad idea. I should've known from the start that this wouldn't end well."

Louis walked up to me, taking me by the shoulders. "El, calm down. Let me explain." He slid his hands down from my shoulders to my waist.

I stepped out of his embrace, sitting down on my bed again. I was willing to let him explain, but that didn't mean he could touch me like nothing was wrong.

He frowned, a hurt look in his eyes, before sitting down on the couch across from my bed.

"El, you and me have nothing to do with Hannah. I broke up with her because I felt like we were living different lives. I had my career to concentrate on and she understood that I couldn't always be with her but I still felt bad for it. She deserved better than that."

I sat up straighter. "And what? I don't?"

He groaned, running his fingers through his hair. "No, El. That's not what I meant." He looked me straight in the eyes. "You know I didn't mean it that way. You just want to stay mad at me."

I scoffed. "You think I enjoy feeling like this?"

He rubbed his face in his palms for a second before sighing. "El, I admit that I probably could've waited longer before starting another relationship, but with you I just" he gave me a pleading look, begging me to understand. "The day that Harry introduced you to us I was just, mesmerized. And you understand our lives so well. And you're just, you. I couldn't just ignore the way I felt. Please, El. You're not a rebound girl, you mean more to me than anything. Please." He practically whispered the last word, begging me once more to understand.

I groaned, pulling my knees up to my chest. "Louis, I'm just a normal girl. I don't think I can handle a relationship like this."

He stood up, moving to sit next to me. He hesitated before giving me a look, wrapping his arms around me and pulling closer so I was practically in his lap. "El, if you can't handle it I understand. But please don't give up on me."

I looked up at him, our eyes locking. I had fallen harder for him that I'd ever fell before, but I didn't know if I could take the hate that would come with being his girlfriend. But I knew that if I walked away now I would regret it always. I bit my lip, taking a moment to think it through before letting out the breath I'd been holding. "Lou…"

That was the only answer he needed, leaning down to kiss me. He tangled his fingers into my still-wet hair, holding me to him.

Finally, we both pulled away. He still held me close, one hand sliding up and down my thigh, dipping just underneath the hem of my robe every few seconds.

He pushed my hair out of my face, leaning his forhead against mine. "Thank you, El."

I bit my lip, confused. "For what?"

He smiled. "Putting up with me."

I smiled back, laughing lightly. "You're worth it, Lou."

He kissed me again, pushing me back onto the bed. I pushed his jacket down his shoulders, silently giving him the go-ahead.