He came up to me and was trying to get the paps of me so that I could breathe again. But coming up to the fence only made them push on me more. So he climbed up the fence and picked me up. The paps were screaming. I was still crying and trying to catch my breath.
"Hey it's ok I'm here now you're going to be fine. Hey! Boys come here!" they turned and came running when they saw me. "Oh my gosh! Is she ok?" Niall's face was full of concern. "I don't know yet we need to get her to Paul. He would know what to do." Harry turned around to see Paul running over already. "What happened? Who is that? Why is she so bloody?"
I was starting to breathe normally again. I put the side face of my that was less bloody on Harry's shirt so that I could rest my head. My arms were tight around him. "Hey, you're ok," he said repeatedly as he pushed the hair out of my cut-up face.
"We need to get her face washed up so we can see her cuts better.'' Paul was reaching for a bottle of water. "Can we do this somewhere else? I don't want the paparazzi to see her this way."Harry had puppy eyes. "Where do we do this then?" Paul asked. "The bathroom on the bus," Zayn said.
