*LIZZY'S POV*

Ugh. These girls are driving me over the walls. I throw my camera strap over my shoulder and scan the area for any sign of the bruised guys.
Ooooh. How nice. They're right to the left.

I could easily snap some pictures of them, throw it on a paper, and write an article about how they got beaten up by the Paparazzi. Humiliating for both, but more important:
Better for ME!

I pick off a piece of my red-and-blue and tap down the street as I fumble with the camera buttons. Ugh. I hate this camera!
Why do the girls get pretty, nice, new cameras and I get the FILTHY, OLD, SHITTY ONE!?!
I huff and snap a picture of the guys.
As far as I can see they're not that beat up.

Barely bruised, anyway.
I snap a picture of a scratch on Harry's forehead, a purple bruise on Liam's arm. But that's about is, as far as I can see..
"Damn, those girls are tough." Zayn.
"Tell me about it." Harry.
"Tough, but pretty hot." Louis.
"Shut up.." Liam.
"Let's go to Nando's." Obviously Niall.
"Not right now, Ni." Liam.
"Honestly. They need to delete those pictures." Zayn.
"They're Paparazzi, Zayn. They can't just 'delete'." Louis.
"Pretty but vicious. I like that." Niall.

"They're all whores!" I suddenly spit. They all turn to me.
"What..?" Harry asks with confusion.
"Don't go thinking they're all pretty and sweet and cool!" I growl, "They're horrible!"

Niall looks at Zayn and makes a koo-koo sign.
"Unlike ME! I'm not a whore at all, I'm real, I'll follow orders, and I'm gorgeous!" I bat my eyelashes and skip back to my point behind the tree.
That's when they start laughing like crazy.

I snap a final picture. Ugh. Idiots. I'm already glamourous!

Notes

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