Before - H.S

two

florence Rhodes:

As we drive through the car park  paparazzi swarm everywhere, yelling, shouting. I can see a few fans too, trying to get photos of him.
This must be a nightmare, having to deal with this on a regular basis. He drives the car calmly, considering the flashing, i literally could never. I can feel my heart racing and my stomach feels like it's dropped out of me.

I cant open the windows because of the paparazzi. I'm so overwhelmed i feel tears rolling down my cheeks.
stop it. i hate crying in front of people.

maybe he won't notice i'm crying he's pretty self absorbed after all.
"here take these" he says as he hands me sun glasses.
"thanks" i smile at him.
clearly he's not as self absorbed as i thought.
i try to distract myself after the flashing has gone by looking at the sunglasses. i like them they're Gucci and very fashionable. I feel out of place holding sunglasses that are probably worth more than anything i own.

i can still feel the panic within me. i feel myself trying to catch my breath and i become louder.
"what are you doing? hyper ventilating?" he asks slightly concerned.

i ignore him trying to be able to breath.
All of my limbs are tingling and i feel as if i am going to pass out.

"it's okay" he says " they'll be out of sight soon and i'll take you to a place i know that way they won't follow you home."

Ive been having a panic attack for about a hour and harry's been listening the radio. He's a bit lost as of what to do i think, which is understandable. As he turns into a small diner off the high way  i begin to feel a little better.

"how are you doing now?" Harry asks me.

"i'll be okay i think"

he smiles at me a little and opens the car door.

"where are we?"

we are stood in front of a small diner, it looks like it's jumped straight out of the eighties but it's extremely classy and doesn't belong on the side of the road.

"it's the place i go when the paps get too
much because it's quite and just far enough down the highway that they get fed up of following me."

we go in and sit at booth, i take a menue and order a iced water, it always makes me feel better when i've had a panic attack.
he gets a cheese burger and fries so i get the same.

"so what was that? in the the car" he pipes up, " i mean you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"no no it's fine" i respond "i get panic attacks sometimes. i have anxiety and they just come with it" i explain to him.

"oh well maybe the job with the band isn't exactly for you then if you don't like the paps"

"yeah well, once it's happened once i'm usually fine the next time, they're manageable if i'm prepared, back there i wasn't prepared."

"i see" he says as if he's taking in what i'm saying

when the food comes we sit in silence, but surprisingly it's not awkward, it's actually weirdly comfortable. I don't mind it. Then i realise my mom is probably wondering where the hell i am so i leave to the toilet to ring her.

When i return harry is flirting with a waiter.

oh joy can't wait to break this up.

"hi there" i say to the short, glamorous, brunette women, "can i um sit."

she moves away and seductively waves at harry.