Situation: Your Harry's girlfriend and the paparazzi is getting to you.
"What's it like dating Harry Styles?" One called out as you were walking down the street.
"What makes you good enough for him?" another one said. There was a whole crowd of people surrounding you. Camera flashes going off every few seconds.
"Your not like Kendall Jenner or Taylor swift. Is Harry ok with that?" one yelled
"Who are you?" another said.
You started to panic. You hated all the attention you were getting. It's not something you were used to. You and Harry knew each other from grade school and had reconnected. His mom had set you two up.
"I-I" you tried to say
You started to run, not caring how foolish you looked. They followed.
"Please leave me alone" you yelled, tears welling up in your eyes.
Time skip
"Haz, Haz where are you" you yelled into the apartment you two shared.
"Babe?" he said coming down the stairs
"Babe what wrong?" he said wrapping his arm around you
"They found me. They were asking me all these questions and I didn't know what to do" you said crying, barely able to breathe.
"Shh, shh, you're alright. I'm here" he said holding you tight.
"I love you. Don't you ever forget it."
"I love you too, haz"
