When Harry and I got out of the car, we walked quickly inside the double doors to get in line for some food.
“What do you want babe?” Harry asked, his eyes were burning into mine.
“I was thinking a large popcorn and a sprite… What were you thinking” I asked, bashing my eyelashes at him.
“Whoa, you can eat!” Harry exclaimed.
I just chuckled.
“One large Popcorn and sprite please” Harry ordered to the worker.
He was a young boy, maybe around 16, he had a Justin Bieber haircut and light blue eyes.
When we got our food, Harry and I walked to the ticket counter and handed our tickets to the worker.
“Number 8 on your left” he said.
He was an old man with dark brown eyes and no hair.
Harry and I walked into the theatre and took our seats.
He went straight to the first row and sat down in the middle of the aisl.
Once we were seated, we devoured our popcorn and half the Sprite.
Harry pretended to yawn and spread his arms.
He then put his arm around me.
He was so sweet to me.
The movie started.
1 Hour and 45 Minutes Later
“Wow! What a great movie!” Harry exclaimed.
“Yeah, there was a lot of action” I squealed.
“I had fun tonight Kayla” Harry said.
“Me too” I whispered.
Harry opened the double doors and the cold air immediately hit us.
It was supposed to be 35 Degrees out.
I felt bad, I was wearing Harry’s jacket and he looked cold, but he refused to take back the jacket.
We were almost to the car until a black van with dark tinted windows showed up.
People started jumping out of the van with flashing cameras.
“Hey Harry!” they called.
“Damn it!” Harry whispered.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing, it’s- it’s just the paparazzi” Harry said through clenched teeth.
“Here, follow me” He said.
“Who’s that Harry?” They called again.
They ran up to me and Harry and blocked the car from us.
“Please go” Harry stated taking a step closer to the paparazzi.
“Why look at this, It’s Kayla Mathews, Lin Bowers niece” the paparazzi said.
“Does uh- Does Lin know about this?” the same guy asked.
“No, and I would appreciate it if you left” Harry threatened.
“Okay, just uh one more thing.’’ the paparazzi said.
And before I knew it a bright flash blinded my eyes.
The paparazzi had taken a picture of us, and by tomorrow, it would be on every magazine.