*YOUR POV*
We arrived at the airport in a huge black van.
One of the boys' security had picked us, me, Eleanor, Danielle, and Perrie.
A group of about 6 security members led us all through the crowd of screaming fans to a roped off area.
The boys would come through the doors and be able to get straight to us all, as the fans were blocked off.
I really do miss Harry. He had been away on tour for nearly four months, and I am finally getting to see him today. We all stood waiting patiently. The crowd started screaming. I looked around, hoping to see Harry's mess of curls stand out. Shouts and squeals become louder, and soon enough, there he is, behind a bodyguard as usual. They all dropped their bags and ran towards us, embracing them as they reached us. His arms wrap around my waist and he picks me up slightly from the ground in a tight, long and loving embrace.
Cameras flash. The amound of people here is extremely amazing. There are people with posters and signs all just hoping to get noticed. I probably looked like a retard freak, just awkwardly hanging there with Harry wrapped around me, so I positioned my arms around his neck and bury my face in his neck.
Just as I do so, someone behind me yanks my hair down, a bunch of my hair teared off, causing me to yelp in pain. Harry loosens his grip on me quickly and sets me down. I looked at the person who just did that, coming in contact with a blonde girl, a cocky smirk smeared across her face, ear-to-ear.
I can't do anything because there's a lot of paparazzi everywhere. One mistake and I'd probably be on the top of all magazines. My hand combs through my hair to help ease the throbbing pain and I turn back to face Harry.
"You okay?" Harry said looking at me from head to toe. "What happened?"
"Nothing, I'm fine." I can't bring him to this. His eyes trail back where I was looking before, but he doesn't notice the girl.
"No, please (Y/N) tell me." His voice is steady, but stern.
"Haz, it was nothing. Some girl pulled my hair, but I'm fine. Really." I try to move him to go, but he won't budge.
"Who?" he demands. He looks pretty pissed off right now.
"I don't know." I whip my head back, she's not there anymore. "She left." he frowns.
"Please, can we just go?" his hand finds mine and we follow his bodyguards leading us to the van. We don't talk much when we reached the van.
"I wish you would've told me about the girl." he falls silent, but still focused on his lap.
"Harry it was nothing. I didn't want to bother you."
"Just tell me next time, alright?" I nod opening my arms for him to hug me. I really miss my physical contact with him. We hugged lasting for two minutes.
"I love you (Y/N)" he pecked my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, my chin and lastly my lips. I giggled at his actions.
"I love you too, cupcake." he laughed at my nickname for him.
Finally, Harry is home.
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OMG, that girl is soooo mean. BTW, how's this new imagine? Comment me with what you have in mind, VOTE, I don't know. :D
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