We sit in silence for about fifteen minutes before somebody speaks between the two of us.
"Lou," I say, turning to him.
"Yeah?" Lou asks, looking at me with a pretty-obvious worried look on his face.
"Whatever happens to me, just know I love you so much more than the universe is worth, alright?" I say, squinting my eyes at him.
"Babe..." Louis begins, reaching with his hand to touch my face. "I know that already. Nothing is going to happen that we can't deal with."
"How can you be sure?" I ask, worried even more now.
"Haz, we've been together for five years. Nothing's gonna happen," Lou explains calmly, gazing at me with those blue eyes of his.
"I hope not..." I mutter, looking away from him.
"Hey, chin up, Hazza. Smile, okay? Nothing can hurt us, I promise," Louis says, smiling at me.
"I... I guess," I tell him, resting my head on his shoulder.
I could tell that he wasn't lying when he said nothing bad would happen, because he actually meant it. And nothing did happen to me or him, after that argument with the interviewer. Nothing happened for a very long time. At least three years.
