Harry fills up his own hotdog with all of the toppings. Harry hands me a coke, "Now you can't say I owe you a soda." I take a drink, "Why thank you!" I hand the coke back to him, "Would you like some?" Harry shakes his head, "No, that's okay." I laugh, "You're not like Liam are you? You don't like sharing drinks?" Harry starts to reply, "Well.." I interrupt by saying, "Well it would be if the same if we were to kiss." Harry takes the bottle out of my hands, and takes a drink, "You are right." Harry takes a few steps, "Do you want to go on a walk?" I take a few steps, "through Central Park?" Harry nods his head, "It's beautiful." I look around for paparazzi, "You are not worried about being bothered?" Harry walks forward, "I have to try to be a normal teenager." I catch up with him, "What's the meanest thing that has happened to you?" Harry looks at me, "They called us fags. Then Louis told me to ignore it." My lips pout, "Awh, I'm sorry. You don't deserve that, nobody deserves that." Harry shrugs his shoulders, "I guess it comes with fame." Harry changes the subject, "So why did you decide to work at a radio station?" Harry casually places his arm around my shoulders. I tuck my arm inside his jacket; wrapping my arm around his waist. I reply, "I love the music industry. I like hearing the reactions of people when they win prizes off the radio. Do you know what's funny?" Harry grins, "What?" I giggle, "The phone lines are the busiest when we have One Direction tickets or meet and greets. Directioners go hard. I've never had my ears hurt so bad before." Harry laughs, "Like Niall always says, best fans in the world." Harry sees paparazzi coming from both sides. He sighs, "Here we go." I pull my arm
out of his jacket. Harry looks at me, "This must be your first time. And I'm sorry you have to put up with it. Just pretend they're not there." Harry smiles, "Please put your arm back." I place my arm back inside his jacket, and Harry says, "Much better."