"Mr. Styles, is it true that you are dating Taylor Swi-"
"Mr. Styles!! Over here!!"
"Your fans aren't too impressed with you, Styles."
"Do you think it'll only be a matter of time before your fans start to hate yo-"
"Is it true that you're a man slut, Harry?"
The paparazzi all raised their voices to be heard over the other, causing a sharp pain to form in my left temple.
They crammed cameras into our faces, the bright flash leaving blotches in my vision.
"This is ridiculous," I murmered to no one in particular.
"I hear you," agreed Taylor from beside me.
We had our hands linked together, walking aimlessly through the park. I couldn't see two feet infront of me, the paps surrounded us from every direction. They barely gave us enough space to breathe, with their bodies tightly packed against each other, all of them trying to get a view of us.
"Taylor, you could do so much better than him-"
"What happened to Caroline Flack? I assume you dumped her on the curb like you did with the rest of your girlfriends?"
I clenched the fist that wasn't holding Taylor's, and tried my best to ignore their high-pitched squeels and the nonsense they were blabbering.
They had no one to blame but themselves. I tried making my relationship with Caroline work, but it was the papparazi that ripped what we had to shreds.
I leaned over Taylor, making it look like I was kissing her cheek.
"We need to get out of here."
She smiled at a camera that was currently snapping our picture. "No shit," she hissed. "Any brilliant ideas, genius?"
I thought for a moment, thinking of a way we could escape this madness, without being rude. "Lunch?" I suggested.
She made a sound that I could only assume was a snort of agreement. She dragged me along the curved path, elbowing any photographers that got in her way. I followed along, against my will, like a puppy dog on a leash. "Um, where are we going?"
She huffed and through an annoyed glance over her shoulder. "Where do you think? We're going for lunch."
I rolled my eyes. I could've figured that one out, believe it or not, even without her help.
YOU ARE READING
The Misleading Tales of Harry Styles
FantasyI didn't want to, I really didn't. But they made me, they made all of us. Now, this is the part where I tell you exactly why these dirty little scumbags are controlling our lives. I'll start from the beginning, the very beginning. Where all you've k...
