Harry: All you had wanted to do was meet up with your boyfriend on his lunch break. He never got long on these all-day studio days, so every moment you got to spend with him was important. However, the second he stepped out of the studio to get in your car it was chaos. Everyone knew where he was going; they had seen you pull up. Security had moved everyone aside to give you a space right in front of the door.
"Hi," you say once he is finally seated in the passenger's seat.
"Hey baby" he replies with a smile, leaning over to give you a kiss before you drive off to find a place for lunch.
"There's a sandwich shop down the road there. Liam said it was really good, if you want to try it out," he suggests, pointing ahead. You follow his instructions but notice that a line of cars were following as well. It was expected though. They just had to know where you were going for lunch, no matter how ridiculous the idea sounded to you. You pull into an empty spot along the street, looking in your mirrors to see the cars that had been following you were now stopped in the middle of the street, men with large cameras quickly getting out and running to your car. No one from security had come with you; they weren't thought to be needed.
"Stay here," Harry says as he opens his car door and steps out into the crowd. You were going to have to rely on him for your safety throughout this.
"Guys, back up, please," you hear him ask, as he stands outside your door. You hated that this is what the two of you had to go through just to go to lunch. The men don't listen as they continue to snap pictures. You hear Harry sigh as he opens your door.
"Stay with me and don't let go of my hand." He reaches in, and you take his hand. You lock the door as Harry wraps his hand around yours and locks your fingers with his to make sure you don't get separated in the swarm of camera man as he guides you into the restaurant. You try your best to ignore their shouting, though the flashes were a little more work on your part. You keep your head down as you had learned to do. The hostess had the door open for you. She had easily noticed the commotion happening outside.
"I should have gotten someone to come with us I'm so sorry baby," Harry says once you finally make it inside.
"No, it's fine. We're here, and it's just me and you. And that's all that matters." He looks at you with a smile, so glad to have someone in his life that understands.
"You'll want a table in the back I'm assuming," the hostess says as she grabs two menus.
"Yes, please," Harry responds, looking back at the camera men snapping pictures on the other side of the glass. You couldn't escape them if you tried. They would always be there.
"So how is everything at the studio today?" You ask once you have been seated out of sight.
"Good, everything is sounding really good." He didn't want to talk about the studio. He was really upset that your lunch date now involved about twenty unwanted extras.
"What do you want me to fix for dinner tonight?" You enquire, reaching your hand across the table to place it on top of his.
"I've been craving a good curry for a few days now," he responds and you smile, knowing that offering a home-cooked meal would bring him back. This was your time with him, and the last thing you wanted was him worrying about the people outside. Yes, you hated that part of his lifestyle and yes, he knew that. You had been very vocal about your dislike of the media that followed the two of you around on any given day. However, the two of you had promised to keep their drama out of your relationship. Yes, they were bothersome, but no, you wouldn't ever let them effect your love for Harry.
