The Younger Horan

They Don't Know About Us

I continue to walk on the sidewalk, being pulled left then right by the hands of fans and news reporters. "Y/N! Where is Harry?", a reporter screamed next to me. I ignore the yells, and try to push myself closer to the house that is down the street. Why did I decide to go on a walk in the middle of the day? I always thought that the reporters and fans would be more interested in the boys and not me. 

A hand grabs my wrist tightly, panic arises in my stomach, what if I get seriously hurt? I try to tug myself away from the hand, but have no luck. Tears begin to rise to my eyes. but a voice breaks through the noise of the crowd. "Get back!", I hear the voice shout of the noise, but have yet to see the voice that it belongs to. A few seconds pass and then the stern voice speaks again, "Move or I will call the police on all of you!". The crowd creates a tunnel, allowing the speaker to rescue me from the middle. I am then ushered to the black van the voice arrived in.

I buckle my seatbelt then  take a few deep breaths in before thanking my savior. "You alright back there?", he asks to me. I nod and then respond, "I think so. Thank you so much Paul.". He nods and we head back to the house. I notice the boys are sitting outside on the steps of the house, awaiting our arrival. My door is flung open the second that Paul parks the van.

A blonde figure wraps me into a tight hug, and then begins to ask me multiple questions. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you? Do we need to go to the hospital?", Niall asks me, not even taking a breath between his words. "Ni, calm down. I'm alright, I promise.", I say to him. I am then hugged by Harry, he kisses the top of my head gently. "I'm so glad you are okay.", he whispers. A stinging sensation rises in my wrist, I look down to see where Harrys hand once was a second ago. Small bruises scatter my skin from the hands of the crowd. 

We all head inside after Paul mentions that we need to eat lunch so the boys can go record in an hour. All of us begin talking about things that the boys have to do this week, but I can't help to notice that Harry seems a bit distracted. I imagine he is a little upset due to the events that happened earlier, but it seems like something else is on his mind. He excuses himself from the table to grab something. A couple minutes pass by and he returns with his brown leather journal. He then begins to scribble words down while shoveling his food into his mouth. "What you writing there Haz?", Louis asks from the end of the table. Harry doesn't give a word answer, but instead responds with a shushing sound. We each finish eating and I go around the table to grab all the dishes. I place them in the kitchen sink, reminding myself to load them into the dishwasher later. 

Security then enters the room to signal the boys that it is time to go. The boys all say bye and Harry gives me a quick hug before they walk out the door. I decide to spend the time alone by taking a shower and watching some Netflix in peace.

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+The Boys Return+

"I'm sure she'll love it Harry, she's always been into all of that sappy shit.", I hear my brother say as he and the rest of the boys walk into the house. Confusion portrays onto my face, what in the world are they talking about? Zayn and Louis are the first ones who walk into the living room, shock takes over both of their faces. "What the hell Horan?", Louis loudly vocalizes, causing the rest of the boys to rush into the room. Niall is the first to speak, "Something wrong Tommo?", he asks the eldest boy. Louis turns to him to express his disappointment, "She finished the show without us. We all promised to wait till later tonight and she went ahead.". Laughs and snorts soon fill the room. I stand up from the couch and walk over to give him and Zayn a small hug. "I'm sorry boys, how about I order some pizza for dinner and we can watch it again?", I offer my apologize to the two boys. They both nod, accepting my words. I then head back to the kitchen so I can make the phone call to the local pizza place down the street. Harry follows me into the room. 

"Can I talk to you?", he asks with a serious face. I nod, nervous of the answer due to the wording that he used. He then seems to realize my feelings and then reaches out to me. "Oh no," Harry says while smiling towards me, "it's nothing bad love.". My nerves calm down, and I wait for him to continue. "I wrote a song for you.", he simply says as he flips through his journal. He then shoves it into my hands. The header of the page catches my eyes, "They Don't Know About Us", I read aloud. He nods, "It's about how the paps and fans think they know everything about our relationship.", he simply says. I continue to read the page, scanning the lyrics as they make my heart feel warm and full. "Its beautiful Harry, thank you.", I say as I move to hug him. He gives me a quick peck before flashing his warm smile. "Now lets order that pizza, because I am so hungry.", he laughs causing me to copy him.