Gone

Part 1

"It's eleven thirty at night. You are not going out by yourself. At least take a car." Harry whines from his spot on the couch. 

"Yes, take a car to a store down the street, when I can walk and it'll take three minutes. Harry you're just lazy." 

"No, I just don't want you to get stolen or something. There are creeps out there you know. Like remember that one waiter the other day?"

"The one with the lazy eye or the southern accent?" I laugh.

"Both. They were hardcore staring at you, practically undressing you with their eyes." he throws his hands up in the air in defense.

"They were in Boston love. We're in New York. I don't think they're going to be coming after me any time soon. Relax, I'll be back in a few." I plant a soft kiss on his lips before grabbing my wallet and phone and making my way to the front of the hotel.

I step out, being practically blinded by the flashing lights from the fans and paparazzi. Between getting shoved and girls screaming "Where's Harry?" at me, it takes five minutes to find the sidewalk from across the street. I couldn't help but laugh, it was nearly midnight and there was nearly 250 fans hoping the boys would come out and see them. I was stopped short when I heard footsteps behind me, more than one.

"Where you going beautiful?" a deep voice said.

I continue walking, ignoring the following steps behind me and comments that a girl should never hear. 

"Please don't touch me." I pull my arm away from a touch.

"I have a bed at home, care to share it with me?" a man laughs, causing an rupture of laughter in his wake.

"I have a boyfriend thank you very much." I say before running towards the store that was 200 feet in front of me.

I step inside, causing the bell above the door to ring, noticing my entrance. I look back; the group of guys waits across the street, leaning up against a building wall. I look at the cashier, who seemed to be more interested in the new edition of Sports Illustrated than watching the store. I pull out my phone and dial Harry's number.

"Hey babe." I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Harry, there's a group of guys waiting across the street. They followed me."

"What? Are you hurt?"

"No," I notice a guy from the group make his way over to the store front and walk in, an evil grin plastered on his face. "But one just walked in the store. Haz, I'm scared." I say in a hushed tone.

"I"ll be right there. Ask the clerk to use the bathroom, and lock yourself in it. I'll call you when I get there." I could hear the hotel door being opened then being slammed seconds later.

I make my way towards the boy behind the cash register, asking for the public restroom and being directed towards a door adjacent to the freezers. I nod and walk over, a voice stopping me as I open the door.

"Hey sweetcheeks! Which of these do you prefer?" the man asks, holding three boxes of condoms up and laughing.