“Just don’t let go of my hand” Harry says squeezing your hand tighter before opening the door to the restaurant and pushing through the crowd
It was always like this…no matter where you went with Harry your dates were always cut short because the fans and pap’s would find you
You feel a couple hands making a grab for you but Harry is walking fast and pulling you right behind him so no one gets a proper hold on you
Or so you think when suddenly you feel your shirt being pulled causing you to lose grip of Harry’s hand
“(Y/N)!” Harry shouts probably noticing the lose of contact with you
“Harry help” You shout as you feel another pair of hands grab your shirt pulling you deeper into the crowd
Before you can process anything you hear your shirt start to rip and you start freaking out worried that they may completely rip it off
“Let me go” You shout trying to wiggle your way out of their hold but its no use
You look for Harry but you see he is having a hard time pushing through the crowd and you only had one bodyguard with you who at the moment is helping Harry
“Stop you’re going to rip it” you shout trying to get the hands off of you but there were too many and then you hear a really loud ripping sound before falling forward
The screaming gets louder and the flashes from the camera are going wild
You look down to notice your shirt has been ripped off your body leaving you with only pieces that don’t even cover you properly
You just sit there not sure what to do until you feel two familiar hands take you by the shoulder helping you up
“Really guys, and you call yourselves fans” Harry angrily shouts taking his shirt off and putting it over your head
This was the last straw
You can’t handle living a life like this
They ripped your shirt off you for god sake; the pictures of you in your bra were going to be on every magazine cover come morning
You stay silent as you are led to the car and the doors are shut, the driver quickly driving away
“Are you okay?” Harry asks placing his hand on your knee
“Harry this is too much” You say keeping your eyes casted down
You know what you had to do but you didn’t want too
“I know kitten, next time we’ll take out more guards I wasn’t expecting such a big crowd” he starts rubbing his other hand up and down your back to comfort you but it doesn’t help
“No” You shake your head finally looking up at him “There won’t be a next time”
His hand stops moving on your back as he just stares at you with those piercing green eyes
His hair is in a tasseled mess and he is shirtless with a few red lines going down his arms from the fans scratching him
“W-what do you mean?” Harry stutters removing his hand from you completely and you immediately miss his touch
“I mean…I think-no I know we need to break up” You say trying to study his face as his lips turn down wards in a frown
“Where is this coming from baby? I know what you just went through was horrible but don’t make such haste decisions” He scoots closer to you taking your hands in his
