I was trapped. If I tried to run away to my car or to the ocean, I would just get carried back over to the surface by the same strong boy.
"I TOLD YOU GUYS SO MANY TIMES I WILL LOSE MY JOB IF I DON'T GET OUT OF HERE" I shout pounding my fists on his back.
"I haven't gotten your name the past ten minutes, love. What's your name?" Harry asks nonchalantly.
I sighed, just going limp.
When I didn't answer, he seemed to repeat the same question on our way back.
"Why me?" I asked curiously.
"Why me.. Why did you notice me."
"Well I didn't. We noticed your camera, that was." His voice vibrates against his broad back, which I felt.
I regret dropping my camera. If I didn't, I would've gotten to leave twenty minutes ago.
I pondered, my thoughts overcoming me as he walked in silence.
"So were we really that heartless?" The question came without awareness.
I bit my lip. "I'm sorry you don't have to answer that."
He unexpectedly drops me to my feet as I gasped.
"You were part of that?" He rose his voice, an angry look on his face.
I shook my head heavily, getting a bit tongue tied. I grew even more nervous. "Oh god, no no! I wasn't."
"Then how did you know? You know what, for a second, I thought you were normal. I tried to convince myself that you weren't one of those nasty paps. But really, it's no difference." He started to walk away, leaving me standing there.
Wasn't this what I wanted him and those boys to think?
"IT WAS MY CO WORKER!" I shouted.
Seeing that he had made a stop in his tracks, he probably heard me.
"And you still didn't stand up for us?"
"What the hell do I look like to you? Your personal assistant?" I shouted, which caused to draw attention from others.
I speed walk up to the boy, pulling him by the shirt and to the side.
"Listen. I get it. I get how they're treating you and pressuring you all at once. I just want you to know that I'm not one of them. I may work as one, but truly, I do it for money and a passion for photography."
His facial expression seemed to change by what I said, a small smile replacing his frown a few moments later.
"Soo. I'm guessing this will be on the covers of magazines and the tv now?" He says, narrowing his eyes slightly because of the sun.
"What?" I asked confusedly.
He motions to the left, finding a couple of guys from the hive snapping pictures of me and Harry.
"Oh Mother fudge cake." My eyes widened as Harry looked at me with the same expression. "We have to separate." I rushed. "When paps ask you, tell them that it was all a misunderstanding."
"You think they'll believe that shit?" He cusses. I was never comfortable with cussing..
"Ugh please say shizballs or shiznit." I corrected. "And just make something up."
"You know, you really are pretty." Harry says, we were hidden behind a tall tent where we were hidden.
I shook my head. "Yeah, if you're comparing me to a sack of potatoes." I chuckled.
" What's your name beautiful?" He asks again.
"What is it with the compliments?" I smirked, slinging my camera over my shoulder. "Gotta go. Tell your friends bye from me as well." I gestured at the four boys who were searching around, which I assumed were searching for Harry.
"Give me a nickname." He suddenly says.
"I hate being called Harry all the time. It just feels boring."
"Uhh.." I pondered, looking around. The paps were making their way closer.. I looked at his physical traits, eyeing him.
"Um you have really curly hair so I'm calling you Curly Fry."
He laughed, his toothy grin literally brightening up the whole beach.
"Wow, no one's ever called me that before." Curly Fry winked.
Rolling my eyes, I looked away.
"Will I ever see you again?" He suddenly asks.
"Don't think so Curly Fry. Well sure I'll be seeing you for some snapshots, not so sure you'll be noticing me in the crowd."
"Oh I will. I'll watch out for that moment."
"You can't. We can't be seen talking or even standing next to each other. I would lose my job, you'd get a bad reputation." I say truthfully. He seemed to nod slowly in agreement.
"A cold world we have, don't we?" Was the last thing he said before the paps were just literally a small distance away from the tent.
"Okay, now we really gotta go." I rushed, shaking my head.
We walked away, but he seemed to stop again. "What's your name?!" He called for like the third time.
I groaned. "Uhh it's Noelle! Noelle Hallick!"
Harry runs back, making me think he's gone mad because the rest of my crew were going to be here in like.. 20 seconds.
"Noelle is a pretty name." He nods, both of us being way to close than expected. My eyes widen slightly once he plants a small peck on my cheek. I was frozen, stiff. Okay, soo not used to boys being so nice to me.
"Bye." He says, jogging the opposite direction, until he had vanished.
"Wow.." I whispered to myself, holding a hand to where he left a kiss.
"Noelle! What were you doing with Harry Styles?!" Henry, also one of my co workers, asked.
"Uhh I-I was actually interviewing him! Because my camera died and all. Rather just keep his words by memory huh?" I shrugged, lying. Ugh.. I couldn't believe I was lying JUST for Curly Fry here.
"Good strategy." He nods, the rest of the crew sending me a nod or a smile before they ran past me, probably to catch up to the boys now..
Sighing, I slipped my shades back on.
What just happened?..
"What is this, Noelle?!" Lexi was furious. I flinched as she slammed the pictures on the desk in front of me. The pictures were of me talking and laughing with Curly Fry.
I sighed, running my fingers through my hair stressfully. "It isn't what you think, Lexi. I promise." I shook my head.
"It isn't what I think?! I go giving you one simple assignment. And that was NOT to flirt up Harry Styles!"
"I was NOT flirting him up! I was interviewing him!" I reasoned, raising my voice.
"Was there proof?"
I pull my camera off, plugging it to a charger before switching it on.
"I got a couple of shots too." I mumbled, handing her my camera.
It took her awhile to look through the photos I took, before she nodded slowly, setting it down.
"The weird thing Noelle, is that you never let me down, do you?"
I sighed in relief. "Yes ma'am!"
"Now these pictures of you and Harry talking won't be published since it was all for an interview." She waved off, tossing them into the trash. I grinned. Thanks goodness.
"And your pictures will be published to the public tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? Isn't that a bit to quick?" I questioned.
"We want to get them as soon as possible. And.. Since your really good with those boys.. Umm One Direction isn't it?"
"Nononono! It was this one time thing, I'm really done with them, please. Just give me a different assignment pleaseee" I was literally begging already.
She sighed. "Since you didn't let me down this time, I'll give you something advanced."
Oooh advanced? I grinned wider. I could soo take this.
"In about two days, it'll be the VMA's. You know, the Video Music Awards that MTV holds?"
I nearly squealed, hugging Lexi tightly. By the look on her face, she was really startled by my actions. Yeah, I have never ever hugged her before..
And the VMA's?!? This will be so SICK!
Through the whole two years, I never got to participate or do anything at award shows, so now it's like.. An honor.
"You're going to be red carpet duty. Snap shots of the music artists and interview them if possible. We always want those interviews. Don't forget to ask questions that are intriguing! Something that'll attract the people." She says, prying herself out of the hug that I gave her.
"Wear something pretty as well. This is an award show where it is formal."
"Wait.. I'll get to go inside?!" I gasped, about to explode in sooo many.. Confetti strings. Oh my friggin' poop!
"Yes we're only letting six of the paparazzi in, and you're one of them. So after the red carpet, you would head in with security."
I screamed for a brief time before I hugged her even more tightly. "I LOVE YOU LEXI! OH MY GOD, MARRY ME"
"Okay, okay Noelle! There is one more thing." Lexi pries herself out of my embrace once again.
"You are going to kill me!" I couldn't contain my excitement. This was probably the biggest thing that's ever happened to me in my job of being a paparazzi?!
"You are going to be at the after party as well. So I expect tons of interviews and photos. Do not forget to charge that camera when you do." She pointed.
I nodded heavily, nearly about to shoot into the sky like a firework.
"Don't screw this up, Noelle. I trust you with this duty because I believe you can handle it. You know the rules right? Don't get drunk, no flirting with the celebrities whatsoever."
"What do I look like?! Some hooker?" I joked, as she just shook her head, making me laugh.
"I hope you do good. Here's the location, and time schedules." She nods, handing me a sheet of paper.
"I won't disappoint you, I promise!"