Running Wild

Paparazzi

"Harry you're scaring me" you say, a little shake in your voice, as Harry squeezes his way through the door so no pictures could be taken of you, and closes it behind him. He grabs your shoulders and looks you in the eye.

"I'm sorry (y/n) ok but they're not going to leave unless you don't give them something to make a story out of", a slight passive aggressive tone in his voice.

Confusion creeps onto your face as Harry lets you go and races to close any curtains you have open around the house.

"What are you talking about? Why are they here? What story?"

Harry turns to look at you, a serious expression on his face. "(Y/n) how can you not know, you're the one that sent them in. Did you really think this wouldn't happen? You're so lucky I'm here because the others refused to help after they found out, honestly (Y/N) how could you be so stupid, you're lucky I love you...not the way Niall did of course", the last sentence he said under his breathe, but still making your heart skip.

"Harry I really don't know what you're talking about. I don't know why they're out there. I don't why you're here at a stupid time in the morning. I don't know why Niall isn't talking to me, and now apparently the others too?! Please Harry, please believe me when I say I didn't do anything", you plead, you start to cry out of confusion and frustration. "I must be dreaming" you say as you sit on the sofa "this is some kind of nightmare and I have to wake up", your head in your hands.

Harry notices you're upset and hesitates sitting down next to you, clearly unsure of how to react to your surprised response to the situation at hand.

"You really don't know?" Harry finally says, sitting down next to you, his hand on your shoulder, "oh (y/n) I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry. I'll explain everything I promise but we need to sort out the people outside first. I'm not too sure how but we'll find a way", he pulls you into a warm, comforting hug and you begin to cry harder.

Just as he says this, you both hear a car pull into your drive way, and the noise of paparazzi disperse. You pull away and look up at Harry who looks slightly frightened, you turn to face the door as someone knocks, and you start to get up.

"Don't!" Harry whispered forcefully, it could be one of them". He gets up and goes to the door. The knock comes again. And again. And again. Finally a voice. A voice that knew your name. A friendly voice that you recognised. A wave of relief comes over you and you tell Harry to open the door.