Paparazzi- A One Direction Fanfiction

"This is pretty romantic, huh?"

“Okay, I have to say it,” I said as Harry and I were walking back “That was the best date ever!!!”

Harry smiled “Glad you like it.”

“Yeah, my favorite part was when-” and then I felt it.

My whole body, being pushed forward and then begin knocked onto the cement. I skinned my knee a little and it hurt… like a lot.

“Sorry!!” a really nerdy guy said. He scrambled up from the floor and kept on running

Jerk

“Oh my gosh! Ally, are you okay!” Harry said coming next to me and helping me up. He lifted me up and held onto me. I straightened myself out a little.

“Yeah- OUCH!” I said as I try and stand up on my leg.

“Oh my…” Harry said looking down at my knee

“What?” I ask and follow Harry’s eyes

Blood

That’s all I saw.

Red juicy blood coming out of my knee.

It looked disgusting

“Uh…” Harry said

“Hm, it’s not that bad?”

“Ally, you’re bleeding.”

“Yeah, but it could be worse…”

“Ally…”

“Harry, I’m fine look.” I try and stand on it again, but it hurts too much.

“Ouch!”

“Um, here.” Harry reaches into his wallet and takes out a band aid.

“You carry a band aid in your wallet?” I ask

Harry shrugs “In case of emergencies, like this.” He bends down and uncovers the bad aid. He lays it firmly on my knee making sure not to touch the injured part.

Guess what type of band aid it was?

One Direction.

Harry’s face, to be more specific.

I look at him like ‘You’re shitting me right now right?’

He shrugs “When the company showed us, they bought like three bags, I only stole five. Each one with my face.”

“Oh my god…”

“Hey, at least it’s something.”

“Okay Mr. Band aid, how am I gonna walk then?”

Harry thinks for a while before his face lights up “Get on.” He bends down enough so I can get on his back

“Harry…”

“It’s either this, or you walk.”

I groan “Ug! Fine!” knowing that the paparazzi dude is still following us, I get on Harry’s back. Hey, now it’ll be a great front page right?

I jump on wrapping my arms around Harry’s neck in the process. His hands wrap themselves under my knees and he starts walking

“Hm, this is pretty romantic, huh?”

I lay my chin on Harry’s shoulder making him tense up a little. “I hate romantic.”

He shudders a little making it barely noticeable when I whispered in his ear “How about we go scream in people faces and pretend I’m a horse while you’re my rider?”