You and Harry had gone out for a little date in the city. You had done a pretty good job of concealing yourself making it a little less obvious as to who the two of you were. Harry takes his hand in yours as you rush to get the other side of the street before the crosswalk turns red.
He wraps his arm around your waist and you lean in as you walk slowly and in sync, trying not to draw any attention to yourselves. As Harry's car comes into sight, you hear a shout from a few feet away and an older man pops out from behind car.
The flash from the camera blinds you and you try to block the light by covering your arm over you face.
The faster you and Harry walk, the more and more cameras there becomes and the closer people stand.
"Harry! Look over here!"
"Harry! Who is the girl!"
"Are you getting back together with 1D?" The people scream into your ear and you feel like shrinking.
Harry tries his best to hold onto you, but you are lost in a sea of crazy people who seem to surround themselves around you and you feel trapped. Your breath becomes short and the world starts to become hazy.
You are dizzy and can't think straight.
"Harry?" You call out in a whisper as you try to find his head of curls.
People step on your feet and push their elbows into your side, all for a picture.
Your sight becomes blurred and you begin to see little dots every where. A large hand pulls on your wrist and you fall into the familiar leather seat.
"Close the door," Harry orders you gently. It takes you a minute to realize what he says before you slam the door shut, not caring if a finger or two gets jammed. You turn your head back around to look at Harry.
His green eyes are full of worry and he keeps his sole focus on you. He puts a hand on your thigh and squeezes it softly and sighs with relief.
"You okay, love? Did you get hurt?" You naturally calm down as he comforts you in hushed tones and strokes your hair tenderly. Your breathing becomes normal again as you rest your head back onto the seat. "I'm okay." You answer him quietly.
The paps are still banging on the windows as Harry slowly starts up the car and drives away.
Harry apologizes endlessly the entire ride back to your apartment and eventually you begin to laugh at how many times he says sorry. You reassure him it was not his fault and that you still love him.
Note // Hey! Quick kind of sloppy one for today but I just wanted to say I'm started writing a book about Harry called "W A V E" and you should go check it out for me! It might be a flop but I'll still write here too.
HS1 is offficially over and I'm so sad but I'm glad he can take a break. We have been so blessed with all his activity on his socials and I'm so sad it is going to end.
And France won!! Don't forget to vote!
