Apparently I'm Eleanor Calder....

Chapter 14: They Think I'm Eleanor..

-Please Read Authours Note! Thank You -Niamh Horan xx-

Darcy Parker

"SMILE FOR THE CAMERA ELEANOR!"

Oh no..

"Shit" I hear Harry mutter under his breath; a growl escaping his throat as the paparazzi begin to make their way up to us, my heart beginning to pound quickly.

"My, my, my, Harry Styles about to smooch his best friends girlfriend, eh?" One photographer chuckles lowly, the flashes begin to come rapidly, questions flying everywhere.

"WHY ARE YOU OUT WITH ELEANOR?!"

"HARRY! HARRY! WHERE YOU ABOUT TO KISS ELEANOR?!"

"NEW HEADLINE, HARRY STYLES NEW GIRL, ELEANOR CALDER!"

"HARRY WON'T LOUIS BE ANGRY WITH YOU?!"

Questions began to become much faster, my head starts to swirl, my eyes fluttering, trying to block out the flashes. I smile nervously at the cameras and push my head into Harry's shoulder, hoping to hide my face.

Nerves knotted in my stomach, the paparazzi approached up close; shoving their cameras in our faces, pushing us side to side, trapping us, allowing no escape. Harry's arm sneakily snakes around my waist; pulling me in closely to his side, and trust me, I didn't regret covering my face with my right hand.

My eyes wander up to Harry worriedly as he elbows through the crowd, guiding us out of the flashes which still snap hurriedly. Harry's fingers intertwine with mine; before taking off, lightening speed, running. I gasp quickly not expecting this. My lips begin to tremble , my heels clicking against the pavement, the pulsing of my blood, rushing through my veins, allowing my world to spin quickly whilst the flashes and screams cloud around Harry and I.

Harry looks down to me apologetically and I nod unsure, not knowing where exactly we are going. My stomach begins to spin like a tumble dryer. This is a new feeling. I've never experienced this. My heart leaps from my chest to my throat, the sound of screams and snapping pictures edging closer towards myself and Harry.

I've never had this big of an encounter with the paparazzi. I'd only ever be surrounded by sixty, eighty cameras the most, never two hundred! My breathing begins to pick up quickly, inhaling and exhaling deeply at a fast pace, I squeeze Harrys hand tightly as I stumble over in my heels slightly, but Harry catches me before the pavement and I become 'friends'.

I take a quick glance behind my left shoulder, my brown eyes widening, seeing the crowd have caught up with our running pace. My curled brown ringlets of hair, bouncing around my shoulders. My heart continuing to pound in a steady drum beat.

"Harry.." I trail off nervously, adverting my gaze away from the cameras and up to Harry to see worry plastered across his face as he glances down to me; giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I'll keep you safe, just follow my lead," He states in a shushed voice. I nod my head up towards him slowly; alerting him that I understand. My breath catches in my throat as a gasp escapes my lips which are suddenly covered with by a rather large hand.

Our bodies turning into an alleyway, as the clack of my heels stop. My heart starts into a new rythm, beating quicker than it should. I close my eyes and attempt to pry the hand away from my lip glossed lips.

"It's just me." Harry's husky voice whispers in my ear, his cool breath travelling down my neck, drawing goose bumps onto my skin. "Don't move. Don't talk. They'll pass us by" He elaborates quickly before pressing both of our bodies closely together and up against the cold bricked wall.