Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

The Paparazzi Get Too Close

He held your hand tightly, guiding you through the small little opening security had managed to make. You both kept your heads down, avoiding any questions that were being thrown at you. When you two were almost at the car however, you saw one big flash before your vision got spotty and you became quite disorientated. Harry whipped around, his eyes wide with anger and discontent as he shoved the man back. "Hey! Get the hell away from her!" he boomed, his thick accent making it much more intimidating. "Delete the picture now," he growled, towering over the man who was quickly going through his camera. You crawled into the car, rubbing your eyes harshly, trying to regain your sight again. It wasn't long until your boyfriend joined you, his hands pulling yours away. "Are you okay sweetheart? Did he hurt you?" he rambled, looking you over to make sure there was nothing else wrong. "I-I'm fine..." you stammered out, nodding your head and blinking a few times. You leaned up against him, his strong arms going around you. "He deleted the picture babe... don't worry about that..." he murmured into your hair, kissing the top of your head. "Thank you..." You felt him nod and rub your back. "I'll always be here to protect you baby"