The walk to the car was getting harder and harder. The paparazzi were blocking our way, and fans were pushing behind them, so we were stuck and couldn't move forward. I looked back to make sure you were still behind me. You'd always been terrified of these things, and the boys and I were extra careful around you.

I turn around to keep walking and suddenly I hear a muffled scream behind me. I double back to check you're okay, but the paparazzi take the opportunity to gather around you and block my view. I can't see anything.

Nerves get the better of me while I try to squeeze in between them. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Get out of the way, damn it!" I manage to shout. Thank God the boys hear me and they come running to help me get you out if there.

When we manage to make our way through the crowd of paparazzi, we finally see why they've gone so crazy. A fan had pulled your shirt so hard it ripped, you were in your bra, and these idiots were taking pictures of you to take advantage of the moment. I'm in shock, can’t barely move, feeling useless as I watch you cover yourself with your arms. Liam works up the courage to take off his jacket and put it over your shoulders, while Louis starts throwing cameras to the floor. And Niall… just being Niall.

I don't even know how we managed to get to the car without kicking someone in the face.

"Are you okay?" I ask, making sure Liam's jacket is covering you properly.