"fuckin paps man, always making s**t up"
"I didn't know you were popular here too" I mumbled quietly, pulling the magazine from Harry's hands and holding it in my own.
"He's and international boxer love, people know him everywhere. I nodded and flipped over to the page where the article about us was. I had only read the first few lines when Harry snatched it away.
"Don't read that s**t, it's all lies. I've dealt with it for years just ignore it"
"Easy for you too say, you never cared what people thought" I countered. I on the other hand hated when people disliked me. It was something that drove me mad.
"Does it matter? It's not like you know any of those people" Harry remarked rather rudely.
"I still care about what they think Harold. Unlike you I'm not an emotionless prick" I spat.
