She's Not Afraid

The...[dramatic pause] Mob

***Chapter 39***

Drew’s POV

Attempting to make it through the crowd was a horrendous idea in all.

When we attempted, I was viciously shoved away from Harry but fortunately our hands were interlocked and he didn’t let go. The momentum of whoever was pushing me back knocked both of us against the door in the front of the hotel. We hadn’t made it very far at all.

            I glanced at Harry to see his reaction and noticed how his grip on my hand got instantly tighter. His facial expressions looked somewhat of a cross between mad and disappointed. I could tell he thought his fans would be polite and let him through, but I knew otherwise. Unfortunately not everyone was raised by a great mum like him.

            Well, I assume his mum is great. From the way he talks about her, she sounds amazing. I’d love to meet her one day.

            “Let’s try this again.” I say into his ear. Harry musters up the most confident smile he can before advancing into the crowd once more. His grip on my hand is ten times tighter than it was before and He holds his shoulders up broadly, cutting through the crowd of girls who can’t get over him.

            He hastily ignores the harassment done to his shirt and the scratches and constant grabs at his skin.

            “They’re so different this time.” I hear him mumble remarkably to himself. I know I’m the reason why the fans are acting strange. No matter how much I wouldn’t like to admit it, the hate is getting worse. I think there are only a handful of fans who actually tolerate me left.

            “SLUT.”

            “WHORE.”

            “SCUM BAG.”

            “CUNT.”

            I hear all sorts of names thrown in my direction my I try my best not to let them get to me. I keep walking, at a faster pace this time because every second I’m caught in this mess of a crowd, I feel even more uncomfortable.

            I can make out some girls who actually care about Harry. Of course, those are the ones in the back who try to pry girls away from him for his sake, not their own selfish needs. Those are the fans who deserve to meet him. There are some standing along the walls, standing on their tip-toes every once in a while, trying to get a good view or picture. They’re not mobbing him out of pure respect for him and the fact that they’re probably ecstatic just being in the same room as him.

            “HARRY I LOVE YOU.” I turn my head just in time to see the mob of girls wearing carrot-y What Makes You Beautiful shirts from 2011 and I can sense this is just going to go downhill.

            Harry grasped my hand tighter, if possible, and started sprinting away. I trailed helplessly behind him, stumbling along on my own feet. We turn a sharp corner and I can still hear the muffled scream behind us. I start sprinting at his pace, as it seems to be a better idea than getting torn apart by these girls running behind us.

            Harry does one of those cheese carrot stops, where he skids on one foot, except I bump into him making both of us fall over onto the tile floor right in front of the elevator we stopped at.

            We both scramble back up to our feet in a failed attempt to make the elevator come down to our level faster. He presses the button repeatedly and grabs my hand once again, giving it a squeeze for the bigillionth time. I can’t help but feel like he’s just as scared of them as I am.