Emma Watson Oneshots and Imagines Book Three

Paparazzi

Emma and Michael had just arrived in London and were waiting for (Y/n) to pick them up. He was shooting a new movie in London over the summer, but he had left before the mother and son since Michael still had school.

Now that school is over and its summer, Emma and Michael were back with (Y/n) and spending the summer in London. But first they had to leave the airport.

"Put these on." Emma told Michael, handing him a pair of sunglasses. She had seen a few paparazzis by the exits and she knew they would be taking pictures of them.

They didn't need to get their bags since they didn't check anything. Most of the stuff they needed was already here since (Y/n) had brought it when he left, so all they had with them right now was Michael's backpack and Emma's purse.

"I don't want to go mummy." Michael mumbled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. "I'll be right next to you the whole time, don't you worry." Emma responded while putting on her own sunglasses. Emma put on Michael's sunglasses for him before giving him a kiss on the cheek and leaving the airport.

"Emma over here!" One paparazzi shouted. "Emma! Smile for the camera!" Another called out to her. "Emma! Who are you with today? Is he your son?" A third paparazzi asked.

"Please leave us alone." She requested as she tried to lead both her and Michael out of the crowd. "Leave my son alone!" Emma told them sternly after one of them tried to take pictures of Michael. The paparazzi continued to shout questions while following Emma and Michael.

At this point Michael could barely concentrate on what he was doing. He was trying to follow his mother out of there but all of the flashing lights made it hard to see where he was going. He held onto the Spider-Man toy he had with him tightly as he tried his best to follow his mother.

Once Emma noticed Michael was zoning out, she gently grabbed his arm and helped him out. He nestled into her side as she wrapped her arm around him. Now Emma was close to snapping at the paparazzi and Michael just wanted this to be over soon.

One paparazzi tried to take another picture before they left and grabbed Michael's arm, yanking him back a tiny bit. It didn't hurt Michael at all but when Emma saw it she was pissed. Michael instantly went back to his mother when the paparazzi let go of him and buried himself into her while she decided to give a few choice words to them.

"Don't touch him! I told you already do not touch him and leave him alone! Can you not tell he hates this?! For the last time leave him alone! You can take pictures of me all you want, but you will not take pictures of him or touch him!" Emma shouted, taking everyone aback. She held onto Michael protectively and walked them by the parking lot. The paparazzi had left by now and Emma knew that her outburst would most likely be talked about, but she didn't care in the slightest. She was protecting her son and that's all that mattered to her.

"Hey guys!" (Y/n) waved and handed each of them a soft serve ice cream cone from his cars built in cup holders. "How did you keep these cold?" Emma asked when she didn't see a cooler anywhere. "I didn't. They're not soft serve, they're melting. Now eat up." (Y/n) told them. Michael was one step ahead of them and had already had half of his ice cream cone. He had some of his ice cream on his hands and face but other than that he wasn't too bothered. Although Emma did give him a damp napkin and made him clean his hands.

"So, did you two get mobbed by paparazzi?" (Y/n) asked as they drove to their London house. "Yeah." Michael answered before finishing his ice cream cone. "It was a nightmare." Emma shared.

The family drove away from the airport excited to start their summer together as a family.