Harry reads through the article quickly, but it’s to no good. The words just fly past him, because he’s too focused on what other people will say.
“They’ve been seeing each other for quite a while and look very loved up, a source claims.”What the actual f**k? What f*****g source?” Harry exclaims, shoving the magazine under Niall’s nose. “Who is this source?”
“You do know they’re making s**t up, right? It’s journalism. Tabloids. Media.”
Harry buries his face in the pillow, and then lets out a scream. “This sucks ass. I wonder what Louis will say. Or Van Gaal. Or my dad. Shit.”
He rolls over and tells Niall to go up to his father’s office and shred all the magazines except of one copy. As soon as Niall is out of the room, he stands off the bed and grabs his phone.
“This is a disaster.”
