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#67 Paparazzi Get Aggressive 1/5 (Harry) (Requested)

Harry:

You and Harry had been fighting off the paparazzi all day long. The two of you had just been trying to do a bit of shopping. Harry had asked them several times if they could back off some, and give you two some space, but they weren't letting up.

As the two of you were walking into a shop, one of the camera men took a camera and shoved it right into your face. Harry angrily pushed the camera back.

"I asked nicely before, the next time I'll smash that bloody camera of yours to bits." He said in a low growl.

As the camera came down in the mans arm, a rather sharp corner snagged your own arm. You winced in pain, but quickly covered it up, knowing that it would send Harry over the edge. So instead you pulled your sleeve down in order to cover it. You finished your shopping and returned home. You went straight into the bathroom to inspect your arm, while Harry unloaded some of the bags.

"Shit..." You whispered to yourself.

You hadn't thought that the cameras impact would have broken the skin, but it did. There was fairly decent sized cut running along your arm. It had bled a bit, but it wasn't anything serious. You pulled some hydrogen peroxide from the cabinet, and began cleaning it. You sucked air in between your teeth as the medication cleared out the cut, and just as you were putting the bottle back, Harry walked into the bathroom.

"What's wrong?" He asked nodding towards the bottle.

"I've just got a tiny cut on my arm here. It's nothing really." You explained.

"Let me see." He said grabbing your arm gently.

He turned over your arm slowly. His eyes widened in shock when he saw the cut along your arm. He ran his fingers along it, and then looked at you.

"Y/N, when did this happen?" He asked.

"Just earlier today, really Harold, it isn't a big deal." You reassured him.

"IT WAS THOSE DAMN REPORTERS WASNT IT?!" He shouted out of frustration.

You nodded grimly, he always got upset about things like that. He would put you in a plastic bubble, if he thought you wouldn't rip it to shreds in seconds.

"Harold promise me, you won't go after that reporter." You said.

"THIS IS BULLSH-" He started.

"Harold. Promise me." You said sternly.

He sighed, "Fine. I promise, I just hate seeing you hurt."