Frozen (Harry Styles)

Chapter 23

October 2, 2013 - Los Angeles

Harry's P.O.V.

This kind of nice, warm weather in LA was definitely something that every man, or so I thought, could've easily gotten used to, considering how pleasant it was. The sun is always welcomed.

Well, actually, maybe that didn't quite apply to everyone. Unsurprisingly, Amy was anything but calm, walking right beside me with her arms tightly crossed across her chest. Apparently not liking the brightness of the sun rays that were hitting her face, she had frowned - in an adorable way it is, doing her best to avoid the sun. She looked for a brief second over to me and her eyes immediately shifted higher as her lips pursed to show me that she was still being annoyed.

With me, of course.

I smiled playfully before I flinched away, stepping a bit further from Amy. She tried again to reach it out, but my hands being lifted defensively in front of me corrupted her witty idea. Earlier today, I managed to put on one of the two hats I had stuffed into my suitcase before hurriedly leaving London, despite knowing Amy's particularly extreme despise towards every sort of hat. But who else would find the biggest joy in getting her frustrated or doing things just to bug her? Me. "Is there a problem?"

"Your stupid hat is my problem." she grumbled, trying to get it off from my head one more time. Figuring it was the best option in that moment to stop her from parting me and my precious hat, I grabbed her hand, pushed it down and gripped it firmly with my own hand.

"Stop it." I tried to hide the smile on my face when she sighed disapprovingly. I shook my head, knowing that her mind was surely getting all those kinds of freaky ideas with ways how she would get rid of it.

My attention, however, drew back from Amy when I looked behind us and as I suspected, that annoying dude was still being there - following our steps everywhere. "Well, I think your bodyguard is the real problem here." I complained and swiftly turned back around, stealing a glance from Amy.

"He's not doing anything wrong." she glared at me, lifting up her eyebrow. There was nothing else left for me to do except to roll my eyes, so I did. I frowned and quietly let out a sigh when my hand ended up alone and limp on my side seeing as Amy unexpectedly decided to let go of it. So I put it slowly in my pocket. Although for a second I convinced myself that she had done it because of being irritated with me, I realized it was something else when her steps got to a sudden halt, face getting a weird, maybe even disgusted expression.

I confusedly tried to follow the direction she was already looking at and my lips slowly curved up in an amused smile as I spotted the target. "The ultimate combination of fans and paps." I commented, unfazed. Unlike me though, Amy intensely observed the small group of people gathered up, getting more and more nervous about it.

"I never got used to these stuff, it always makes me panic a bit." she said slowly, giving a quick look to Mark before turning back to me. I almost backed out right then and there, seeing her eyes silently pleading me not to do it.

Going through different scenarios and possibilities of what to do and what would happen if, the part where we do this kind of stunt was still considered to be the best option - at least in my opinion. After all, it was the whole reason behind getting out of Amy's flat, although it did not contain the idea of being confronted with fans too.

"I am here, Mark is here. There's nothing to worry about, look - it's just fans. And all they want is to get a picture, tell something or get an autograph, okay? Keep it cool." I said, wanting to sound as reassuring as possible.

"Alright, keep it cool." she repeated after me, nodding and taking a deep breath in as she prepared herself.

We tried to ignore some of the shouts and questions as much as we could, me partially cringing and at the same time hoping that Amy hadn't managed to hear some of them. It turned out to be the complete opposite from what I've expected, with paps being on their highest existing level of rudeness, nearly causing me to flip them off as I was getting more and more worked up with every second passing by. Thanks to Mark though, I remained somewhat calm and nodded to him gratefully before moving on. At the end of the day, an exclusive story was everything that was being searched for, and overshadowing this all with me responding to provocative remarks was the last thing currently needed.