Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences Book Two

8. "She's with me"

8. "She's with me"

*just before you read this I know security would never treat anyone like this as they aren't allowed to touch you without behind filmed (when I was at the barrier for OTRA and WWA the security guards were telling us stories of what they are/not allowed to do) but this is just for the sake of the story*

Same old same old you arrive to the arena with ID in hand and prepare to be interrogated by security. You're beginning to wonder why you even try, believe it or not the reason for getting backstage being 'I'm Harrys girlfriend' is a lot more popular than you think - it always ends up with the same outcome them not believing you, you begging and showing them photos of you and Harry but ultimately resulting in having to call Harry or one of the boys to confirm it.

The fact that you could mentally talk yourself through the conversation which is about to happen is ridiculous, as if you don't put up enough shit for the relationship you even have to be interrogated and questioned before you even go and see your boyfriend.

You placed the lanyard round your neck and made your way over to security, not before a few fans would call your name and ask for photos which you would think would be enough proof as it is but apparently not.

"Yes ma'am?" One of the security guards looked down at you

"I'm Harrys girlfriend, here's my ID, my pass, my phone with Harry and the other boys numbers in it and all the pictures of me and them that you could ever want" you held it all out in your hands while they continued to look down at you

"Looks like we have a sassy one here today Mike" one laughed to the other

"I know you're not going to believe me because I have to deal with this everytime I come and see my bloody boyfriend and I know how this is going to end up so just ring Harry now and get him to confirm it because believe me it will save us both time" you handed him your phone and waited for him to ring it

"You know we aren't just going to take your phone and ring some fake number that you have under Harry styles?" He chuckled "and these photos are clearly photoshopped we aren't that stupid darlin" you could feel the anger rising in your body and your patience wearing thin.

"So how do you think I have this lanyard then?" You pulled on your lanyard showing them the VIP access but they still continued to raise eyebrows

"They're all over the Internet love but I praise you for trying but in this job you get to learn that Harry has a lot of 'girlfriends' trying to get backstage and you're just one of them sorry love I'm going to have to ask you to leave" the tallest security guard out of the 2 stepped towards you and placed his hand on your arm

"Why don't you just try ringing that number?!" Your voice began to crack

"What are you doing to Y/N!?" A fan yelled from the queue behind you

"Leave her alone!" Another responded

"How do they know your name?" The security guard still kept his hand wrapped round your arm

"Because I'm Harrys girlfriend for fuck sake I think I have mentioned that quite a few times!" You looked up at the security guard who had a confused look plastered across his face

"That's still not enough proof come on darling" he began to lead you off towards the exit of the arena, you couldn't help but see fans taking photos and videos and mentally thanking them for actually trying to help you

You were distracted by your thoughts by a loud scream erupting in the que next to you, you turned round to see Harry standing with the other security guard you were with previously and honesty you had never been more relieved

"Harry!" You yelled

"Will you stop!" The security guard continued to walk towards the door with his hand around your arm in a tight grip

"Oi!" Harrys loud voice sounded through the now near silent space

"What do you think you're doing?!" He marched towards you both ignoring all of the fans screaming at him as other security ran to stop them forming a stampede at him

"Sorry Mr Styles" the security guard continued to have his grip around you before Harry fixed his eyes onto it causing him to let go

"I think you heard me, what the fuck do you think you're doing" he reached out and grabbed your hand pulling him towards you and wrapped his arm round your waist pulling you in to him as close as possible

"Well as you can appreciate Mr Styles we get a lot of people saying they're your girlfriend to get backstage and we have to do our job seriously"

"So you didn't think to call me then no? You have our numbers and the fact that other prick has her phone and ID why the fuck did you not ring me or one of the others, Y/N shouldn't have to go through this everytime she comes and sees me and as for you putting your hands on her I believe I know your rules and you are not allowed to touch her unless there is more than one of you and it is videoed for evidence and I swear to fucking god if there is so much of a sign or bruising on her arm you are going to face some serious consequences" he turned round and began to walk to the door

"How did you know?" You questioned

"I saw all the photos and videos fans had put on Twitter, I'm so so so sorry baby I really am" he placed a kiss to your forehead

"Oh" he stopped and turned back to the security guards who were now standing together again by the doors

"For future reference just remember this girl is always and always will be with me, you got it?"

"Yes Mr Styles and sorry again for the misunderstanding" one of the security guards nodded his head

"Whatever" Harry scoffed

"Thank you" he leant up to place a kiss on Harrys cheek

"For what? I'm the one who caused this mess I'm the one who's sorry" he ran his hand through his hair and took his bottom lip between his fingers in a sign of stress

"Hey stop" you reached up to take his lip out of his grasp and interlocked your fingers with his

"Thank you for coming to rescue me" you laughed

"Show me your arm" his voice turned serious as he rolled your sleeve up to reveal the light shades of a developing bruise

"I swear to fucking god that dickhead" Harry turned round to return back to the security guards

"No Harry wait!" You tried to call after him but you knew there was no point

"Y/N I am not having some 40 year old man hurt you like that I don't care who he is!" He yelled his response before he disappeared into the corridors - this is gonna be one heck of a night.

*A/N hope you enjoyed!! Any feedback, votes and comments are very much appreciated!!*