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Addie grabbed Harry's hand and held on to it tightly like she would die the moment she'd let go. Men with cameras advanced them with women holding mics on their hands, asking various questions.

"Harry, who's the new girl?"

"Another blonde?"

"What about Taylor?"

"What about Cara?"

"Harry, who's she?"

"Take off the sunglasses!"

"Isn't she a little too small for you?"

Addie tightened her grip on Harry's hand. He looked down at her and chuckled, pulling her close and bringing her out to the streets of London. People stared as Harry and Addie rushed through the crowds, hand in hand with men following them.

"Harry?" Addie called out, slowing down.

"Yeah?" He looked down, catching his breath.

"Won't your fans, like, attack you or something?"

"Oh, don't worry about that." Harry grinned. "Come on, where do you want to go first? There's an H&M down the street although we're going to have to walk even farther and-"

"Musicians," Addie rolled her eyes and looked up at the tall building awaiting her. "Topshop sounds good."

"Topshop it is." Harry smiled, bringing Addie into Selfridges.

People were walking around everywhere, shopping bags in their arms and chins held up high like they were important.

"God, this is so high-end." Addie laughed, watching women walk by with sneers on, high boots strapped to their feet, and blouses showing too much of what it's supposed to.

"Stay with me and you'll fit right in." Harry winked and started walking before Addie, smiling at little girls who were staring at him with large eyes.

Addie walked briskly and caught up with him. "There's a large crowd gathering behind us."

Harry looked behind him and smiled back at Addie, offering his hand. "It's going to get larger later, just you wait."

"Who are they?" Addie took Harry's hand as they stepped on the escalator.

He shrugged. "Fans, press, paparazzi. People who just want a good story out of me and would do anything it takes to get a photo that would misinterpret what we're doing. That's why you need to keep that wig on unless you want people posting rubbish about you on the Internet."

Addie studied Harry carefully before focusing her eyes in front of her. There were shops at every corner, lights glowing on people's faces as they walk by, people with shopping bags and delighted faces, women with a glow in their eyes when they spot the clothing they've been looking for, and people feeling joy as they walk on by varieties of shops, their bodies tingling with excitement as they see their favourite one. All of that happening yet for some reason, Addie didn't feel their happiness.

It was for the first time that someone actually cared for her safety, and she felt horrible for getting mad at Harry for making her wear the wig resting on her head. All he wanted was to make sure she wasn't going to get seen by fans and hundreds of people because he knew they would destroy her.

Harry making sure that she wouldn't be known by the press, that he wouldn't get caught seen with her. It all meant one thing.

"You okay?" Harry tightened his grip on her hand. They got off the escalator and started walking. "You got awfully quiet."

Addie shrugged. "I'm fine."

"You sure?" Harry raised his eyebrows, concern washing over his face.

"You know me, don't you?" Addie stopped and turned around, looking at Harry. "You know who my parents are."

Harry hesitated. "Look, Addie, your parents own a huge business."

"I know," Addie rolled her eyes. "And I don't care. You're just another stupid-"

Addie stopped shortly at the sight behind Harry. He knitted his eyebrows at the sudden pause and opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by high-pitched screams. Harry turned around and felt his eyes widened when he saw teenage girls screaming their hearts out, advancing him.

"Addie," Harry said slowly.

Addie reached out and grabbed Harry's arm. She ran, her hand wrapped tightly around Harry's wrist, as numbers of shrieking girls chased after the two in the building.

"Where are we going?" Harry shouted over the screams.

"I have no idea." Addie answered back, running to whatever direction was possible to go to.

"I'm going to die today!" Harry stated, running along side Addie.

Addie let go of Harry's wrist. "Shut up!"

"Don't let go of my hand, hey!" Harry demanded, weaving his fingers with Addie's. "I'm not leaving you!"

"Just run, for God's sake!" Addie shouted. She increased her speed, pulling Harry along.

"Run up the escalator right there!" Harry shouted, pointing at the nearest set of escalators.

Addie obeyed, running up the black steps with Harry behind her. The two pushed past shoppers on the escalator, a few women shrieking in surprise.

"Sorry!" Addie called out when they reached the next floor, losing a few of the screaming girls in the endless set of stairs.

"Where to now?" Harry said, catching his breath.

"I'd say lavatory, but I don't think that's pretty." Addie swallowed hard, taking deep breaths.

"Lavatory," Harry mocked, doing his best American accent.

Addie rolled her eyes. She grabbed Harry's bicep and started walking around the floor. "Where are we going?"

"We can go to Topshop and change to different clothes so they wouldn't notice us?" Harry offered.

"Where's Topshop?" Addie tiptoed, looking at the string of shops.

"Over there." Harry pointed.

Addie walked on to the direction and was stopped by Harry. She looked up with a confused expression.

"You can let go of my arm now." Harry smirked.

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Notes

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