Harry POV:
I see him everywhere. I don't know who he is or what his name is but I see him everywhere. He's always taking pictures. A camera is always in front of his face.
I hate the paps.
He has brown hair, pale skin, and thin lips. That's all I see of him.
I hate the paps.
The only reason I know what his lips look like is because they are always shouting at me "Over here!" "Styles!"
I hate the paps.
I know he never wears socks because I always look at the ground. He has a trianlge tattoo on his ankle.
I hate the paps.
He has tattos. Lots of them. But so do I. It's wierd becuase some of our tattos...match? I have a boat and he has a compass. I have a heart he has an arrow. I see him everywhere, there is no way that this could have gone unoticed...by me anyway.
I hate the paps.
Its just that the weird part is when I see him he doesnt pay any attention to the boys, just me. He only shouts Styles. He never shouts "Malik!" or "Payne" or even "Horan".
But I still hate the paps.
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