“Harry! Can we get a picture?” Harry turned at the sound of his name being called out, a smile immediately gracing his features before he was giving the group of fans a quick nod. He had just finished dinner and was waiting for his ride, so taking a couple pictures and signing some posters wouldn’t hurt during the wait. Although he wasn’t a fan of the term ‘famous’, he would never admit to the fact that he actually quite liked it when everyone paid attention to him. He loved watching fans’ eyes light up when they see him walk out from somewhere, he loved how excited they get when he’d give them a little wave or a simple ‘hello!’ - He loved it all! And-
“Oi, you better not abandon me while I’m wearing these heels! I can barely walk in these stupid things…” You cursed to yourself, placing your hand on the bellboys’ shoulder so that you wouldn’t fall over. (You thanked the bellboy afterward, obviously. You weren’t a monster.) You let out a sigh of relief once you managed to pull your stilettos off, tucking the shoes underneath your arms before padding towards Harry.
“Y/N! Can I get a selfie??”
“Y/N, love your dress!” Your lips tugged up in a wide grin at the enthusiastic greetings from the fans: What could you say? They loved you! “You seriously need to share a brow tutorial.”
“Unfortunately I don’t do my own makeup! If I tried filling in my brows they’d look like two furry caterpillars.” You joked, quickly signing your name on a fan’s hand. “By the way, your highlighter is popping.”
“It’s from Colourpop!”
“Thank goodness for affordable makeup, am I right?”
“Y/N, can we get a picture too??”
“Of course!” You laughed lightly, handing your purse and your heels over to Harry with a teasing smile. He told you one time how it kind of bothered him that the fans seemed to like you more than him, and whenever the opportunity appeared you’d take full advantage of it. “You’ll hold my things for me while I snap a couple pictures with the fans, won’t you?” You asked sweetly, Harry’s brows knitting together in frustration before he grabbed your things from your grip.
“You’re a brat, you know that?” Harry snorted, rolling his eyes lightly. You planted a kiss on his cheek before patting his face gently.
“No need to be rude just because your fans love me more than you.” You shrugged, quickly moving into position for the photo.
“Oh, Harry!” Harry perked up when one of the fans called for him, the smile returning to his face. “Can you take the picture for us?”
Yep. You were definitely everyone’s favorite.
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