What's Written In The Stars [H.S]

Part 69

"Put on your sunglasses." He instructs and I take out the sunglasses which is hanging in the front of my T-shirt and I quickly put them on.

I pick up my dufle bag off the floor and look outside.

"Stay close and remember to breathe. Don't, at any cost, let go of my hand. Capiche?" Harry looks at me sternly.

I nod my head. I feel my heart rate and my breathing increase. Harry intertwines his fingers with mine and keeps a firm grip. Where as holds his dufle bag in the other hand.

"Don't. Let. Go. Of. My. Hand." Harry says seriously and I nod my head.

I look through the sliding doors of the Heathrow Airport. Hundreds of people have gathered, most of them look like fans, but there are many paparazzis too. The security aren't able to control the crowd, though they are trying their best to not to let them enter the sliding doors. And the worst part is that we have to pass them all the way to the parking lot, which is on the other side of this building. Because of the heavy crowd they couldn't bring the car near the gates. Harry said this happens when the fans come to know the exact date and time of his flight. One fan tells to another and the news spreads like fire. And before you know it, they start gathering and wait for him for hours. This is what is happening now. The crowd goes all the way to the parking lot building, where thank God, the fans aren't allowed to enter.

They're clicking and flashing madly. I can hear some girls singing, 'What makes you beautiful', some just screaming 'Harry' at top of their voice.

"Mr. Styles we are clear to go." One of the security guard says to Harry.

"Mr. Styles, it'll be better if we take you to your car separately." A guard suggests.

"No, I'm not letting go of her sight." Harry holds my hand a little tighter, "We can go together. But I want you to protect her. Just cover her up, her safety is more important."

The five guards nod.

"Now, you Sir and you. I would like you to be in front of us, making way for us." He talks to two of the five guards.

"Okay, you Sir. You. And you." He points out to the rest of the guards, "I want you to be behind us and protect her at all costs. Not me, but her." Harry instructs them.

"Even if I get left behind, get her to the car safely. I'll make it just fine."

"But Mr. Styles...."

"They're my fans. They won't harm me." He states and the guards nod their head. "And please, whatever you do, be gentle."

My heart swells, he is protecting me and isn't at all worried about his safety. And his love for the fans is so pure. I feel proud to be friends with a celebrity who loves his fans so much. And someone who treats them with respect and kindness.

My eyes travel back to the doors. The crowd out there is immense and honestly looks very scary. The thought of having to go through them is scaring the shit out of me.

"Ready?" Harry asks while looking at me.

"Yeah." I lie.

"Let's go." One of the guards says and we all start walking towards the door. The door slides open and the ear piercing screams intensifies. Harry pulls me along with him.

As soon as we walk out of the doors the fans and paparazzis take pictures madly. The clicking sounds coming from all around. People pushing and pulling. Though there are guards around us, Harry and I are still being nudged and are getting squashed in between the guards. Young girls trying to take a selfie with Harry. And to do that they are pushing other girls. The guards have formed a circle around us and are trying their best, but the girls are impressively strong. They aren't only trying to take a selfie, but are also trying to touch him as well. And in that huge rush, they end up touching me too. I'm not liking this even a bit.