"You're just a daydream away, I wouldn't know what to say if I had you" - All Time Low
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It starts out small. The second Harry and I leave the restaurant, a group of teenage girls shriek and wave anxiously from across the street, some hopping up and down to see over the passing cars. I vaguely recognize two of them as the girls that came in earlier.
"Shit, I forgot," Harry mutters as he fumbles for his sunglasses.
"What are you doing?" I say, confused. The rain has let up but the sky remains dark and sunless.
"You're right, it won't make a difference now," he says, quickly jerking me back toward the restaurant. "Let's go."
Right after we turn around, the girls flock across the street, sprinting after us. Traffic is abruptly blocked by these jaywalkers and angry, impatient drivers honk repeatedly but can barely be heard over the screams. Pablo, sensing trouble, hurries over and locks the front door before the girls reach us.
I stand back and watch from inside the restaurant and that's when it gets bigger. The entire glass surface is covered with girls, cramming and squeezing against each other. With every passing second, another two dozen girls join the mass until I can't see any part of the street anymore.
They scream Harry's name like their life depends on it. Some are even crying. Their hands and faces press on the windows and I hold my breath, anticipating the glass to shatter and the chaos to be released inside this tiny restaurant. It's a frightening sight, to tell the truth. I feel like I've stepped into a zombie horror movie.
"Will one of ye' mind tellin' me what's happened?" says Pablo. He doesn't sound mad, just baffled.
Harry shoots me a brief glance before explaining that he's in a boy band that's quite well-known around here.
"Ah, is it those One Direction lads my granddaughters always be jabberin' about?" the old man asks.
"Yes, sir," Harry says humbly.
Pablo pulls down the shades, prompting the girls to groan and yell in complaint.
"Come," he says, escorting Harry and I into the kitchen. "There's a door that'll lead ye' to an alleyway behind the building."
He slowly cracks open the back door and pokes his head outside.
"Alright, should be good 'ta go," he confirms.
We thank him as we leave.
"Of course, my darlin'. Be careful now."
Harry and I silently round a corner, just missing the hoard of girls who are still peering into the windows. We tactfully duck behind bushes and parked cars until we're at least five blocks from the restaurant but Harry still has his hood and sunglasses on.
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Fanfiction"Hold on a second," Harry says, suddenly coming to a halt. I stop with him and glance down. Somehow his hand has found its way into mine. "What? What's wrong?" I ask, shivering. "How disgustingly cliche would it be if we kissed in the rain right now...
