Shades Of Styles

Paparazzi (requested)

Today would have been a great day and it was up until...everything.

Now I'm sitting in jail, waiting to see if my husband is going get charges pressed against him. I love the man but I swear his temper is going get the best of him one day.

"Mommy, where is daddy?" My 5 year old daughter, Starla asks me from her seat on my lap. Poor girl, she doesn't deserve to be stuck in this gross, dark and cold building wondering where her father is.

Right as I'm about to tell her anything to keep her calm, a police officer sits down across from me with a note pad in hand.

"Alright, Mrs. Styles, can you describe to me what happened from your perspective?" He questions and I suck in a breath.

"Honey, do you want to go play over there," I ask my daughter as I point a small play area in the corner, I'm guessing was put there for worse situations that I'm in. She gives a small nod and I thank god she's not questioning anything further.

I look back to the police officer and try to process the question he just asked.

"Well..." I pause and then begin my retelling of what happened earlier today.

"Starla! Get down from there!" I call to my daughter as she climbs a statue. We're literally at a park, with a whole jungle gym and she chooses the one thing she can't climb on. As I'm about to grab her, my husband Harry does it for me.

"Starla, darling...what have I told you about climbing on things that you shouldn't?" He asks, kneeling down to her level.

"To not to do that because it's bad..." she mumbles her way through. "I'm sorry." She apologizes and looks at him with her classic puppy dog eyed look that makes him crumble every time.

"It's alright love, go play over there." He points to the jungle gym and she runs off in that direction. Once he notices that she's playing his attention comes to me.

"She's got your wrapped around her little finger, doesn't she?" I ask with a smile.

"Tightly." He agrees and then we both share a laugh. He pulls me for a small hug. I pull away sightly, getting up on my tippy toes I press a kiss to his lips.

"Harry!" A voice calls from behind us. We pull away urgently and look to the person calling our name. My stomach drops, paparazzi. Not just one but at least 5 or 6 guys hurdling towards us.

"Go get Starla, we're leaving." He urges me and I run to get her before the words leave his mouth.

It takes a minute to find her, when I do, she's on the slide, just as she makes her way down it, I pull her into my arms and place her on to my hip.

"What's going on mommy?" She questions my urgency.

"Were...going to get ice cream." I assure her. This isn't a lie, I'll definitely make sure we get her some ice cream as long as she doesn't ask any more questions.

When I'm about to head for the car, I find that Harry is still surrounded by the men with cameras. I know he'll tell me to go to the car but the mother in me tells me to go help me. The wife in me is screaming it. I place Starla down next to bench that's close to the scene and tell her to stay put. I hand her my phone and tell her to watch her favorite show to distract her.

"Hey, get away from him!" I call out to them and they all look at me, Harry included.

"Go to the car!" He shouts as I expected he would.

"You come with." I tell him. He gives me a nod, trying his best to shuffle through the men but instead is stopped when one of them grabs my arm and pulls me into the mess.

"(Y/N), tell us about your relationship with Harry," he urges and I roll my eyes. They all keep shouting at us, asking questions we'll never answer before one of them says something that makes me nearly vomit.

"Harry? Your wife is pretty hot." He laughs a gross laugh and then grabs my ass. I throw his hand off me and then my eyes land on Harry as I watch all the anger we spent years in therapy working on, come to the surface. His hand comes up, in a fist form and it collides with the mans face, knocking him instantly to the ground.

He doesn't stop there, he kneels down to the mans level and starts hitting him harder as the man struggles to get away from Harry's fists. I just watch in shock, not sure what to say or do until my daughter is at my side watching as her father nearly kills a man.

"Daddy?" She questions him and I pull away from as quickly as I can. I rush us to the car but I see a cop car pull in and I stop dead in my tracks.
I watch as the cops rush out of the car and start pulling the two apart. Harry is the first to be handcuffed and I start crying and I shield my daughter from what's happening.

Once Harry is the cop car, I put Starla in her car seat and follow behind the car to the police station. I know I'll have to bail him out, I just hope the paparazzi guy doesn't press charges.

Once I finish telling the police officer what happened, he looks at me for a moment and then his paperwork.

"My husband has a short fuse and the man groped me after all." I explain further. Harry shouldn't be in jail for defending me. That asshole who touched my butt should be. My eyes dart from the officer in front of me to the paparazzi guy, only 5 feet from me with an ice pack on his face.

"Let me go talk to the guy, alright. Just hang tight." He tells me and I just nod. This isn't looking good for Harry and I'll be so pissed if they keep him overnight. The guy isn't even injured. He's just got a few bruises and a busted lip. Serves him right for touching me.

After a brief moment, I make my way to Starla and try my best to keep her distracted from the situation. I ask her about the toys she's playing with and tell her how pretty a few of the dolls are. She asks me to brush their hair and I oblige.

"Mrs. Styles?" The officer asks for me after about 15 minutes or so. I look up from what I'm doing and look to the officer.

"I'll be right back, honey." I tell my daughter and stand up. The officer walks me back to his desk and proceeds to explain the the paparazzi wants to sue Harry for hurting him and emotional distress but doesn't want to press charges.

"What about my emotional distress? He touched me inappropriately." I gripe back. This man has some nerve to sue for this when it's own fault.

"You can always counter sue. Harry is free to go." He tells me and I nod.

After he leaves to go get Harry from where they have him, I grab Starla and walk outside to put her in the car while we wait on him.

"We going to get ice cream now?" She asks me.

"Yep." I say and let out a sigh. After this, she deserves much more. I always told myself I wouldn't make my child be put in adult situations and here we are, at a police station. I just hope she doesn't remember this later.

Finally, I see Harry coming up and as happy as I am to see him, I'm upset that he let his anger get the best of him. He sees Starla and I instantly and walks over to us.

"Hey beautiful." He greets her and pulls her up to hold her in his arms.

"What we're you doing in there daddy?" She asks him.

"Nothing." We both say in unison and then share a quick look.

"Are you okay?" He asks me and I nod.

"Can you please just put her in the car so we can go?" I ask him and he nods. "I told her we're going to get ice cream."
He places her in the car and then gets in the drivers seat with a huff. Once his hands are on the steering wheel, I notice his knuckles are busted and I roll my eyes.

"You're mad at me aren't you?" He questions. Of course I'm upset. He got into a fight and now he's being sued. "I'm sorry love. I just blacked out when that guy touched you." He explains and I just nod. His hand goes from the wheel to mine and he grabs it, placing a kiss on it. My tension instantly eases and I can't help but smile at him.

"It's fine. But you owe me the biggest ice cream sundae with extra hot fudge." I joke and he laughs.

"Deal." He smirks and then we drive off.