Gone

Part 2

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I look into the dainty mirror, it really needed to be washed. I let out a long sigh, and grip the sink. What the hell is happening?

"Babe?" there was a knock at the door, making me jump.

"Harry!" I swing open the door, making it squeak in the process. 

"Are you okay?" he asks as he brings me in for a hug. I notice Paul standing at the other side of the door, arms crossed, eyes scanning the shop.

I nod, "Just a little shaken up. They didn't touch me, just said stuff."

I could feel Harry's hands clench into fists behind my back, "I am never letting you walk alone, day or night ever again." 

I glance over Harry's shoulder, the man was no longer in the isle he was before. He made his way to the coolers, browsing the small selection of beer. He turns around, eyeing Harry and I. A box in hand, before opening the cooler, grabbing something and walking to the front of the store. I could feel Harry start to walk away from me, towards to guy.

"Don't," I hiss. "He's not worth it Harry."

"I don't care if he's not worth it. He has no right to do what he did to you. I'm-"

"Going to do nothing." Paul cuts in. 

"You want me to do nothing. That- that pervert and his friends harassed my girlfriend. And you want me to do nothing?" Harry said in a hush tone.

"Yes. I'm fine Haz. Let's not make the media hate you any more. Let's just leave. Please." I tug his hand towards to door. He obliges, interlocking our fingers and walking towards the door.

"Stay away from my girlfriend you perv." Harry says bumping his shoulder to the man's back, before continuing his way out of the store. I shake my head, but kiss his cheek.

Harry opens the door to the car, both of us getting in. I glance out the window, the group still remains standing across the street, watching the man come out of the store; without me. I let a small smile form across my face, and roll the window down; sticking my left hand out the window and flip them off. I feel Harry lean across the car, and stick his head out the window, waving to the men across the street. 

"Nice talking to you!" he yells, before the car moves down the street, and back to the hotel.