Y/N POV
"Just stay with me and you'll be alright." Harry said to me before we got out of the car.
He held my hand tightly as we walked down the sidewalk, only a few people following us.
Before long, we were being swarmed by fans and paps.
"Harry, are you going solo?" Some guy asked. Harry ignored him. I let go of his hand, letting him take pictures with the fans.
I looked to my right, seeing many flashes. I was a bit blinded by the lights, so I started walking. I looked back to my left, seeing only flashes and men shouting questions at me. I had lost Harry...
"Is it true you and Harry are getting married?"
"How did you meet Harry?"
"How old are you?"
"Do you love Harry?"
The questions were honestly getting on my nerves. Some of these things are none of their business.
"What do you have to say to Directioners?"
"Have you ever self-harmed?" That question struck me like a dagger. Why would they even ask that?
I tried to stay calm and look around for Harry, but I couldn't see anything past the flashes and tall men.
My mind instantly came up with the worst scenarios, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
"Are you pregnant?" I heard someone shout. That sent me over the edge. I am not pregnant. Am I really that fat?
I pushed my way through people, but I couldn't find a way out of the flashing lights. Words were still being thrown at me, and now people were starting to say rude things.
"Is it true that you're a beard?"
"You're just a cover-up for Larry!"
A few tears had slipped down my cheeks.
A hand grabbed mine, making me jump.
Harry.
I looked up at him, seeing him already looking down at me.
"Please move over. You're scaring her." Harry said loudly, yet in a calm tone.
A few people moved, making a way for us to walk down the side walk. Harry's hand held onto mine so tight, I thought my hand was going to fall off. I'm glad, though. I don't want to lose him again. That was horrible.
Soon, we got to a mall and decided to go into it and just shop around. Harry had decided to call a body guard to walk around with us for the rest of the day, which I am very glad about.
Don't get me wrong, I adore the fans, but despise the paparazzi.
We entered the mall, a body guard at our side. How come Louis and Eleanor can walk around without getting mobbed? I know Danielle and Liam got mobbed once. Oh, I felt horrible for her. She was so upset. Now I know how she felt.
"Would you like to find a place to eat in here?" Harry asked as we got inside an elevator. I shook my head 'no' and looked down at my stomach. I do look pregnant. I'm fat. Eating isn't going to help that either.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked.
I shrugged, still not saying anything. How does Harry deal with those people? I never want to see their faces again.
The elevator doors opened, letting us three walk out.
"Could I have a moment alone with Y/N?" Harry asked the body guard. I think his name is Jarred.
He nodded, walking away, but still watching us from a few feet away.
Harry and I walked to a corner, hoping no one would see us.
"Now spill." Harry commanded.
"Harry, I'm fine." I finally managed to speak.
"No you aren't. I know when something is wrong with you, and there is something bothering you. Tell me so I can fix it." He makes me so happy.
"It's nothing really. It's stupid. Let's just go find you something to eat." I tried pulling his hand, but he wouldn't move.
"Why don't you want anything?" He asked.
"I just don't." I finally got him to sit at a small table with me. There were tables everywhere, considering we are in the food court.
"What did the paparazzi say to you?" He asked, slightly raising his left eyebrow.
"I don't want to talk about that." I said quietly, resting my chin on my hand.
"Why not? They some something rude, didn't they?" I could tell he was getting angry.
"Yes, but it doesn't matter." I tried to shrug it off.
"What did they say? Their questions can be really crazy sometimes." He sighed, grabbing my hand under the table.
"They asked a lot of things. They asked if we were getting married. Then they asked how old I was. Just stuff like that." I tried to get away with that simple answer, but he wasn't buying it
"What was something rude that they said?"
"Well they said I was just a cover-up for 'Larry.' They asked if I used to self-harm. That really made me mad. How could they ask something like that? It's too personal to just tell the whole world." I felt his hand squeeze mine a bit.
"Anything else that they said? Maybe something that would make you not want to eat?" He was obviously trying to give me a hint.
"They asked if I was pregnant. I'm not, but now that I think about it, I am getting a pudgy stomach." He moved his chair so it was now beside mine.
"Baby, you do not look like you're pregnant. You are beautiful, okay? You have to learn to ignore those paparazzi. All they want out of you is answers and emotion. I'll make sure you never have to deal with them again, okay?" His hand held my cheek as he looked straight into my eyes.
I nodded, leaning my forehead against his.
"I love you, Harry." I whispered.
"I love you more." I giggled, pressing my lips to his.
Later that night, Harry and I stayed together at hotel. He tweeted something about leaving me alone on less they have something nice to say, and he asked Directioners to always keep an eye out for me in case I'm in trouble. Obviously, they agreed. I feel so special.
I really love Harry.