![]() ![]() Harry shouted a few more times in Italian as he pushed his way to you. But there were too many people, too many people now wanting a picture of the usually calm and kind Harry Styles pissed off. Those closest to him heard him, saw the look on his face, and had enough common sense to back up immediately. Harry, thankfully, noticed your absence from his side immediately, though when he turned his head to check on you and saw that you were on the ground and crying, his face immediately changed from concern to blind rage. No one had ever grabbed you like that before, and with the crowd still shouting, the shock of falling over, and the fear of being trampled, you couldn’t help but let a few tears fall. Tears sprang in your eyes, but not from pain. You hit the pavement hard, your hands and knees stinging immediately. ![]() You didn’t normally wear heels, so you chalked your clumsiness up to that, but whoever yanked on your dress-to get your attention or for some other reason, you weren’t sure-pulled you hard enough to make you stumble and fall. They didn’t scare you, but it was off-putting. You pressed yourself closer to Harry, thinking that this group was a little rowdier than they had been the last few days. People barked orders at you and Harry, some of which you understood, but there were too many voices for any of it to be distinct. It was loud outside the restaurant, and bright even though the sun went down hours ago. Smiling softly, he kissed the top of your head. You didn’t want their sudden appearance to ruin your night, though, so you took his hand and kissed the top of it. ![]() You didn’t, but you knew he blamed himself for paparazzi invading your privacy all the time. Harry sighed, looking more tired than he’d been all night. So you stood up to leave, only to see a crowd of flashing lights at the entrance to the restaurant. ![]() It didn’t matter how long you’d been together, the two of you made each other act like teenagers sometimes. He’d been eyeing you up and down all night, his gaze giving you butterflies. You had certain outfits in your closet that were guaranteed to make Harry’s heart race, and this dress was now added to the list. Much as I love to see you in it,” he’d said, his voice hushed so no one in the restaurant would hear him “Can’t wait to get you out of that dress, darling. You never wanted it to end.īut it did, of course, though Harry seemed excited by that too. The food was amazing, the service was great, and Harry looked absolutely to die for in his lace button up and trousers. Harry heartily agreed, eager to get some alone time with you.ĭinner was practically perfect. One night, you decided to have a romantic dinner at a restaurant that overlooked the Amalfi Coast to celebrate wrapping the music video. They were there when you stepped off the plane, they were there when you arrived at your hotel, and they continued to follow every place you went, even when Harry wasn’t with you. There were certain places they couldn’t go, and they tended to keep their distance, trusting their long range cameras to get their shot.īut in Italy, it was pretty much a free for all.įans and paparazzi alike followed you and Harry everywhere you went while he was shooting a music video. Rules about paparazzi in Italy were much different than the rules in LA. ![]()
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