Louis Tomlinson Preferences/Imagines

Running Into Fans Together

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Your boyfriend laces his fingers through yours as the two of you wonder through Jack Wills. So far, the two of you have successfully not been spotted on you day of shopping and Louis couldn't keep the grin of his face. "What do you think of this one?" you ask, holding up a floral dress for him to observe. He looks up from the rack of shirts he looking through, blue eyes washing over the dress before looking at you and you know he's imagining you in the dress. "Try it on" he smiles, reaching one arm out to wrap around your waist and pull you into his body. His lips are centimeters from yours when you hear a group of girls gasp from behind you. Louis sighs, clearly annoyed when their footsteps rush forward. "Oh my gosh... oh my gosh, it's Louis!" one girl exclaims and you watch as Louis tries to plaster a fake smile on his annoyed face. The girl is unrelenting as she starts rambling to Louis and while Louis can normally handle being bombarded on a day off, today is not one of those days. His shoulders are tense and you can tell he wants to be anywhere but here. Looking at the dress in your hands one last time, you set it back on the rack before reaching for his hand. "Sorry love, but we have to go now" you tell her with a sweet smile, watching as her eyes narrow. Louis sighs softly from beside you, following behind as you weave through the racks and out onto the streets. A few girls are outside, asking for autographs or pictures but you keep your pace towards Louis waiting Porsche. Once inside Louis turns to you after pulling away from the curb. "Thanks for that babe" he says against your knuckles and you smile. If the look on Louis face were what it meant to take the heat for him not signing anything, you'd do it every time.