Paparazzi are crowding you

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by The_Inbetweeners

by The_Inbetweeners

Harry: “Excuse us, please could you move.” Harry grumbles as you two push your way through the unruly crowd of paparazzi. Your hair hangs in your face, eyes locked down at the ground in fear of them. Harry sighs squeezing your hand reassuringly before continuing your venture to the hotel. Once you're finally inside safe and sound Harry wraps his arms tight around your neck giving your forehead a kiss. “I'm sorry.” He whispers.

Liam: Liam locks your hands together then sets off ahead of you. The flashes of paparazzi's cameras blind your momentarily and scare you enough that you duck down behind Liam. The pad of his thumb softly traces circles on your hand trying to calm you which somewhat does. After a terrifying few minutes you're finally safe in the car with Liam's arms around you. “It's alright.” He confirms, “Wouldn't let them hurt you. I promise.”

Louis: “Get out of the way!” He calls as he tries to guide you in the house. You've always been horrified of the paparazzi so when Louis suggested you go out without a body guard you quickly shot it down. But, Louis does have his ways of persuasion so here you are. “Fuck, can't you see she's scared. Get away from us.” He growls wrapping his arm around you moving you quickly into the house. “I'm so sorry, We'll never go out without Paul or.... just shh don't cry.” He whispers kissing your cheek.

Niall: Niall gives you a pitiful look before squeezing your hand tightly. “It's alright.” He promises pulling you closer as they start to swarm. “Excuse us please..... please.... she doesn't like the paparazzi. C-Can you just give us some space?” Niall reasons to no one in particular. Luckily they clear a small path so both you and Niall can squeeze through and run quickly into your hotel. “See,” He whispers pulling you into his arms. “You're fine. Wasn't to bad.” You just nod your head before placing it back on his chest.

Zayn: You both keep your heads down. Eyes locked on the ground, hands pressed tightly together. You're terrified of paparazzi and Zayn usually get's pissed off when the harass you. However he bites his tongue and tugs you gently through the crowd. “Excuse us. Move. Please.” He grunts roughly pushing past a few men and opening the restaurant door for you. Once inside he pulling you close kissing your lips. “Good?” You give him a short smile. “Good.”