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VOTE AND COMMENT?

            Lydia’s POV

            “Don’t fucking touch her!” Louis roared, one of his small hands coming out to push the security guard away while the other remained firmly around me, clutching me to his side protectively.

            “God dammit Tomlinson, she is going to stand behind you!” Markus shouted right back at the younger man, both of them were nearly face to face, and although Markus had a good half a foot on Louis, Louis was definitely the more intimidating one.

            His blue eyes sparked with fury, and I had no doubt that he if any one of the innumerous security guards tried to approach him again he wouldn’t hesitate to throw a punch.

            “She is not going behind me.” He seethed, the lips that had been poised over mine in a bought of laughter just half an hour ago were now curling over his bright teeth like an animal ready to attack.

            “There are two thousand screaming girls and paps out there ready to rip her to shreds. If she goes in front of you then you’re going to have half the world at your throat.” Markus had lowered his deep voice to a throaty growl, attempting to intimidate the one man who was his boss.

            “She is go-“ another one of the security guards started to reinforce Markus’s harsh words before he was abruptly cut off by the sharp snapping of the Doncaster man.

            “Shut the fuck up!” He whipped his head to the side, taking into account the twenty or some bodyguards that surrounded us in the small room of the Heathrow airport.

            We had landed nearly half an hour ago, and since then it had been chaos. From Louis’ spontaneous piggyback ride through Heathrow to the very gates where the international airport was open to the public, to the shouting match that was taking place inside a small room the airport security had provided us because –of course- international popstars couldn’t do anything without a small army of people.

            “Shut your damn mouth kid, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” Another bodyguard hissed at Louis, and it took everything I had in my not to walk right up to his pudgy face and slap him.

            “I have no idea what I’m getting myself into?” Louis’ grip tightened on my waist before his hand dropped completely from my side and caught my fingers instead. Sliding in between the spaces as though he’d been doing it for years.

            “No kid, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into-“ the ignorant security guard starting spouting, a small smirk lighting up his round face as Louis took one painful step towards the man and away from me.

            “I don’t know what I’m getting myself into? I’ve been the one who’s had to deal with the constant stream of questions for four fucking years asshole. You’re the dick that’s paid to make sure someone doesn’t rip out a chunk of my hair and sell it on ebay! You have no idea what the hell I’ve been through because all you have to do is watch me take it! Don’t you fucking start with me about what I don’t know-“ what had started in a warning tone laced with malice had escalated into a shouting match.      Blue eyes were lit up in a blaze of heavy emotions and hatred, his thick Doncaster accent coming out even heavier as his voice deepened to a tone I’d never once expected from him.

            “Louis! Enough! She will stand behind you, this is ridiculous!” Markus shouted, acquiring the younger man’s attention as his inked arms flexed with the urge to punch the cocky son of a bitch who was now staring at Louis as though he had seen a ghost.

            “This is ridiculous?” Louis stopped in his tracks, whatever sharp words that was about to roll off of his tongue halted as he stared incredulously at the man who had watched him for the past month and a half. There was something else in his tired eyes now, a fire that fueled his protective side and rooted in his constant need to put those he cared about in front of himself. I would be lying if I didn’t say I was shocked, but as I stood there and looked around at the many men who were hired to protect him, I began to understand exactly who he was. The hurt of something beyond my reach thickened his impossibly charming accent to a monotone, his unruly dark hair sticking up in a wild array of chaos, the gray sweatpants hanging sinfully off of his curvy figure as he turned to face everyone in the room one by one.

            “You’re being ridiculous.” Markus repeated again, and I had to respond quickly to the abrupt tug on my hand as Louis took a step towards the rough bodyguard.

            It wasn’t much more than a warning tug to let him know that it was in his best interest not to respond violently, but it stopped him right away, our hands remaining suspended between us. The black ink on his skin dancing in the fake light of the airport, and suddenly he was no longer the laughing carefree Louis Tomlinson I had become incredibly enchanted with. He was much darker than that now, the light stubble casted upon his tan cheeks contrasted heavily to the shadows that flickered over his jaw. Brilliant blue eyes were focused on Markus in a cold stare, void of any emotion but anger. It was incredibly to see him break through laws, seeming much bigger than his small frame allowed as he controlled all of the power in the room with an easy air about him.

            The laughing carefree boy with too many jokes and not enough time to use them in had now morphed into the twenty-one year old man that I had seen in pictures. The strong confidence and unruly hair had taken a turn from charming to downright defiance. This was the reason he had to leave London, a reason I hadn’t understood until right now as the words of a breathtaking confession fell out of his pink lips.

            “I’m being ridiculous because I want my girlfriend standing in front of me when you shove us through the masses of people?” Louis scoffed uncerimonously at all of the men around us, taking no notice to Victor’s eyes which had nearly busted out of their sockets at the mentioning of the term ‘girlfriend.’

            “Yes I d-“ Markus started again, answering a rhetorical question that had Louis just centimeters away from ripping out his larynx.

            “Do you perhaps remember what happened the last time I took the advice of you fucking idiots?” Louis snapped, crossing the bridge from yelling at an impossible tone to a nearly silent seeth that resonated with the emotions of a painful memory. “She stood behind me in this airport while you fuckers allowed people to call her a beard, and a cunt and words that you never want to hear your girlfriend called!”

            “Oh my god.” I mumbled to no one but myself, bringing my hand up to cover my mouth as Louis continued to crescendo into an unstoppable argument.

            “Belle lost herself in that crowd.” Another man spoke up, and I quickly began to fit together the pieces of this haphazard story, looking around again and trying to catch the glimpses of familiarity in the men’s eyes as they regarded Louis.

            These men knew him, worked for him previously.

            “Like hell she did. You know what actually happened Preston?” Louis smirked without humor, cold eyes locking with the tallest bodyguard. “Of course you know what happened, I got shoved just a little to hard by a squealing fourteen year old and you all left her.”

            “That was a freak accident Tomlinson, Lydia will be just fine.” A different man spoke up this time, his voice slightly more comforting, but Louis only tensed under my hand.

            “She’ll stand in front of him, if the boy wants to deal with the press then it’s his own damn fault.” Markus sighed in defeat, checking his watch quickly as the argument was sealed.

            That was all that needed to be said before we were moving out of the room and through the last bit of Heathrow that was closed to the public, and that’s when we were met with chaos.

            The white expanse of the airport was crowded with security personel and families about to embark on red-eye flights, police men patrolled around the vastly full lobby as the heightened pounding of hundreds of hands on a window filtered into my eardrums like a heavy base.

            There seemed to be an endless expanse of teenagers lining the large windows of the international airport, iPhones straining to catch the first glimpse of their beloved boybander as the many police officers struggled to contain them to outside the massive building.

            Flashes of cameras lit up like a Christmas tree, blinding me with every step we took towards the sliding doors. The noise becoming almost unbearable, clouding every sense with screams and chants that sounded like song lyrics but quite quickly morphed into his name.

            I couldn’t think, the snaps of white light and clicking of questions already overwhelming everything I held onto and we weren’t even out the door yet.

            “Holy shit,” I squeaked, not even able to process the slight shift in his body in comparison with mine.

            “Head down love.” His soft voice prompted into my ear, but he kept a steady distance away from me, the clicking of hundreds of cameras to testify why.

            “Mhm,” I nodded to the floor, staring at the fluorescent linoleum as I suddenly questioned why on Earth he had argued for me in front.

            I was completely vulnerable now, just two security guards in front of me to block off the oncoming slaught of females and questions.

            I didn’t even notice I was shaking until a soft hand gave mine a squeeze, comforting me in the fact that he hadn’t completely detached himself.

            “Lydia?” We were right up to the sliding doors now, and for once I was grateful for the unruly curls that clocked every bit of my face from the side view as they came like a curtain around me.

            “Yes?” I squeaked, jumping a bit as the glass doors slid open and the sound that I had struggled with inside the airport maximized to a decibel count that shattered my hearing and quite honestly, scared the shit out of me.

            “Don’t let go, ok?” Louis nearly had to shout to be heard, and out of instinct I tried to take a step back. Running right into him as our connected hands slammed into the hard muscle of his thigh.

            “Lou,” I started to bring my head up, only to be met by the blinding light of a man shouting questions right at me with a camera poised and ready.

            “Head down!” Someone shouted from behind me, a thick arm coming out to push the masses of people out of the way.

Louis’ POV

            “Get off of her!” I growled to a pap who had roughly snaked his hand through the wall my bodyguards had created, grabbing onto Lydia’s free forearm and tugging.

            “Back off, I need everyone to step back!” Ricardo was pushing his hand out, stopping people from reaching out and grabbing us as Lydia shook underneath me.

            “Everyone take a step back!” The security members were roaring, the crowd of people beginning to become out of hand as teenagers pushed aimlessly in a desperate attempt to touch me and paparazzi shouted questions aimed to piss me off.

            Lydia was visibly shaking now, her head of wild curls tipped down as we maneuvered our way to the car that stood just a hundred feet away.

            “Shit,” I grunted. Pulling my arm out of the grasp of a squealing girl right as Lydia’s hand shot back to grab onto my t-shirt.

            The words to What Makes You Beautiful were being chanted in an uneven symphony, the small blonde in front of me clutching my black Beatles shirt like it was all she had left.

            She was painfully beautiful, and anomaly to her own chosen profession. Her green eyes I could only imagine were in frenzy, like a wild animal caught in the frantic fleeing of a pursuit from a predator.

            “Don’t let go,” I warned her again. Throwing precaution to the wind as I caught sight of the black tinted Escalade that was now less than a few meters away.

            “Take a step back! Don’t crowd around the car!” Carlisle was shouting from in front of me, blocking people off from reaching out and grabbing a lock of curly blonde hair or sneaking their camera down to get a good shot of her face.

            I used that little bit of a distraction to set my hands on the side of her waist, pushing her through the crowds to the opening door of the large vehicle.

            Hands reached out even as I used my own body to form a cage around Lydia, pressed to fit every curve of her small figure as she slid into the dark car and back to the farthest side. As far away from the blinding flashes, so as to hide her brilliant eyes in the shadows of seclusion.

            “Tomlinson, get in!” I recognized Victor’s voice instantly, and with one last look inside the car to make sure Lydia was properly hidden, I heaved myself through and gratefully thanked the familiar slamming of the door as we were once more left alone. Just the driver at the front taking instructions as police cars followed beside.

            “You’re Louis Tomlinson.” Lydia laughed hesitantly, the slight American lilt to her chirpy voice wavering.

            “Glad I’m important enough to remember.” I teased her, ignoring the muffled shouts and screaming girls who were ignited with the flashes of hundreds of cameras. That view presented itself outside my car door nearly every day, however, I was only granted the view of Lydia under my city lights with her beautifully erratic hair for forty-eight hours.

            “Will there be people at your apartment?” She laughed at my joke halfheartedly, some of the light that had been present in her eyes just an hour ago dimmed after that last experience.

            “No, it’s private. Just me and you tonight.” I was trying desperately to ease the tension that was building like a volcano about to erupt.

            I knew this would happen, bringing her into the spotlight and expecting her to deal with it was something I had mulled over for the past four weeks, but all I could seem to come up with, was that I had to just get it over with and hope to god that she would still see the good in me afterwards.

            “Okay, and Louis?” Her voice was so much softer, almost as though she was unsure of herself. Captivating green eyes locked on the landscape and twinkling lights of the city, as my own remained locked on her.

            “Yeah?”

            “That was fucking crazy.” She stated, and before I could even bring my heart rate to slow down with the impact of her scary words, she burst into a fit of hysterical giggles that filled the once ominous silence of the SUV with tinkling hysterics that lasted all the whole ride through, until we pulled up to mine and Harry’s white flat and her jaw dropped.

            “You call that an apartment?” She breathed, face pressed flat against the window like she was visiting one of the seven wonders of the world.

            “Actually, I call it a flat.” I grinned, teasing her as I opened the door of the car and finally breathed in the calm London air of home.

A/N

IN CASE YOU DIDN'T READ THE NOTE AT THE TOP, I AM SO SORRY! HERE IT IS... I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOREVER :( I'LL TRY TO UPDATE TOMORROW.... I PROMISE!!!!!!!!!

ALSO.... ANGRY LOUIS IS SEXYYYYYYYYYYYY (LOUIS IS SEXY.... SO THAT WAS A MOOT POINT.... I'M DONE.)

THE NEXT CHAPTER YOU MAY OR MAY NOT MEET THE WONDERFUL CAMILLA BELLE SO LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THAT IN THE COMMENTS ;) YEA?

...also... go look at that gif.... and i am not responsible for any heart attacks.... WHY IS HE SO FUCKING CUTE???

SIDE NOTE: NEW AU FANFICTION IS POSTED ON MY STORIES...IT'S CALLED TIB STREET AND IT IS IN THE PROCESS OF BEING STARTED.... IT IS A LOUIS HARRY AU (THEY BOTH HAVE SEPARATE LOVE INTERESTS) (AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE ELEANOR I SUGGEST YOU DON'T READ IT BECAUSE  I LOVE HER AND YOUR OPINION IS INVALID IF YOU DON'T :) SO YEA... ADD IT IF YOU'RE INTERESTED !)