Harry grabs my hand, leading me through the crowd of paparazzi.
We just wanted to go to the store.
We didn't bring any body guards with us because we didn't expect there to be this many people waiting for us when we exited the store.
Harry tries his best to push the girls away gently but he's getting mad. He's carrying tons of bags and we just want to get to the car- he's stressed.
"Harry!" A girl calls. "Is Y/N good in bed?"
Harry swiftly turns his head around, stopping from walking.
"Pardon me?" Harry asks, stepping closer to the girl.
"Harry! I can give you what you want! She probably sucks at sex, she's probably still a virgin!"
I gape at the girls interrogation. Harry's mad, flustered.
I pull on his hand. "Harry, let's just go."
He shakes his head, pulling his hand from mine, stalking up to a girl who has a smirk plastered on her face.
"You know?" Harry dryly laughs, now standing face to face with this girl. "You should really stop talking about Y/N like that. It's illegal to harass people, and if you want to harass my girlfriend, then fuck off!"
Harry turns back around, grabbing my hand before starting to walk away.
"Just so you know!" Harry calls out.. "Y/N is amazing in bed!"
A smile creeps on my face as we still continue to walk to the car.
