Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences Book Two

The Paparazzi Touch You

He had his arm wrapped firmly around your waist, a security guard in front of you and another behind you, but that didn't keep the camera flashes from searing your eyes. 

"Harry! Y/N! Are the rumors true?" Recently the rumor had sprung up that you were pregnant after the two of you were spotted leaving a doctor's office together. Since neither of you were answering the question, one pap decided to take it upon himself to dart forward, press a hand against your stomach as if that would give him an answer. Before the man's palm had even touched you completely, Harry realized what was happening and he moved faster than you'd ever seen him, shoving the man back, beginning to shout obscenities. It took you and the two security guards to drag him away from the scum. As soon as you were a safe distance away, he pulled you close, pressing his lips to your temple. "I'm so sorry, baby. I'll never let them touch you again."