Gotta be you... because nobody compares

getting bombarded

---Adelaide's POV---

The concert went great! the boys were amazing. Months of going through all of this... I could do that. They were on their last song. Soon, I'd be face to face with Harry. We'd finally get to talk. I couldn't wait.

The Concert ended. The crowd was cheering as the boys ran backstage. I was watching Harry. He ran towards where I was. He was smiling.

"Hey, let's go out to eat" He told me. "I gotta do a quick backstage interview. I'll meet you at the hotel lobby? I gotta shower. and what not. Meet you after?"

"Yeah. I can do that. I need to shower as well. text me. I gotta try to sneak out back before anybody mistakes me for one of ya'll guys." I giggled and walked away. However, reporters were bombarding me with flashes from their cameras and questions for their blogs and such.

"So how do you think your first performance was?"

"Who was the guy you were talking about?"

"Harry was wearing a hero shirt... Is he the guy you're talking about?"

"Is it true you and Liam went out on a date yesterday?"

"I-I..." It was all too much. I didn't even have a chance to explain anything. I froze, my legs weren't working anymore all of a sudden. Paul couldn't get through the reporters or the screaming fans. He literally had to push everybody to the side and carry me, cradling me the way a parent carried a baby.

"Are you alright Miss Addy?" He asked me as he began walking to the car.

"I-I-... Yes I think so. I just want to try to get to the hotel sir."

"Paul, call me Paul"

"Paul" I whispered. Once in the car, we drove to the hotel. I had to go through the back to be able to sneak into the hotel. Many fans had found out where the boys were staying. And me being their opening act, and having "scandals" with two of them, I had to be careful. I walked up to my room and showered. I had to get ready for mine and Harry's... date? casual dinner? I don't know what this was.

I changed into a simple black sleeveless dress that went upto my knees. and black heels. I curled my hair a bit. But again, no luck. It looked like a female version of Harry's hair. wild and with curls.

"eh, Nothing I can do about it now" I told myself again and again. I got a message from Harry.

From:Harry- Just stepped out of the shower. Give me maybe ten minutes and I'll be at your door.

I still needed to pack everything for the tour. Eh I could do it when I get back from dinner.

To kill the time, I decided to check my twitter. I almost fainted when I saw that I had gotten over a  few thousand followers. Along with more than a hundred mentions.

@*********: She was amazing! hope her hero heard her loud and clear. #MissAddy

@****************: Eh, she's kinda fat don't ya'll think? #misspiggyaddy

@*******: did anybody else notice harry had a hero shirt and addy sang about a hero. aww #haddy <3

@***** This bitch is too ugly for my harry. She's not even talented. I heard she's sleeping around. #ho

@*******: not impressed by this hags performance.

They just teeter tottered from negative to positive to negative. I didn't know what to think of it. It hurt about what alot of them were saying, that I didn't deserve this, that I was... fat. I knew I wasn't the skinniest thing in the world.. but I thought I was a healty size. Maybe they were right... maybe I wasn't pretty enough for Harry. He could chose any beautiful woman out there.

Suddenly, there was a knock on my door. I opened it to see Harry there smiling. He wore a blazer with a white shirt underneath. black skinnies and his white converse. He was beautiful.

"hello Kitten"

"H-Hel- hey" I finally was able to stutter it out.

"are you alright?" I showed him my phone, letting him read the mentions of me on twitter. He would frown, and smile, then frown, then smile.

"You know they're wrong right? You're not fat. You're beautiful Kitten." He grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles. My body instantly tingled.

"so. does this mean you don't hate me anymore?" I mumbled not looking into his eyes.

"babe, I never hated you. I was just hurt. But it wasn't your fault. We didn't really know eachother when you... you know. But now we do. so let's go out to eat and get to know each other more." He escorted me out of my room and to the lobby.

I thought the nightmare at the arena was over, but I was wrong. Papparazzi were outside of the hotel lobby. Ready to snap any movement me and Harry made. He grabbed my hand and gave it a tight squeeze. He looked at me with a smile.

"ready?" he asked. I nodded before we headed out. We were attacked with more questions by the photographers.

"does Liam know about this Addy?"

"Harry, how does Samantha feel about this?" who?

"Addy, are you and Harry dating?"

"Addy, is it true you're only using them for the fame"

Each question stung as much as the next. I couldn't answer any. I didn't want to say the wrong thing, and Harry was pulling me along. I wanted to ask him one thing... who was Samantha?