Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

The Paparazzi Scare Your Child

Harry's arm draped lazily around you as you were at the park with your little son

Teddy was playing in the playground with other kids while you were conversing with your lovely husband. He pecked your cheek lovingly happy that you were his. You smiled up at him about to kiss his lips when you heard your son scream. 

You both looked up and saw Teddy in the playground crying as he was surrounded by paparazzi. Harry's eyes grew fatally intimidating as he sprung up immediately running to Teddy . He pushed his way gruffly through the paparazzi and snatched up your son storming back to you. 

"Hey Harry what's up with your crying baby son?!" A rude man yelled. Harry turned and flipped him off, 

"Fuck off loser! Get a life!" he shouted. You knew he was super angry. You ran to him, 

"Let's leave." you whispered guiding him to the car where you got in quickly locking the doors.

 "Are you okay baby?" you asked Teddy as you held him tightly on your arms as he rested on your hip

"Yes mummy, who were them scary men?." he said still clinging on to you. 

"Um they are just Daddy's friends babe" you lied as you could feel the anger still heating in Harry's body 

"Why was he yelling at them then?" he rested his head in the crook of your neck and began to suck his thumb 

"Well baby, sometimes they aren't very nice to daddy, they care more about their job than people's feelings" you tried to explain 

"Do they ever hurt you mummy?" he questioned

"No they don't Teddy, i make sure they don't, they wouldn't dare hurt mummy because they know how much i love her, just like i love you" Harry interrupted as he placed his arm protectively round your waist and placed a light kiss to your temple 

"So they will never hurt me?"  he looked adoringly to Harry

 Harry smiled as he placed a kiss to your son's nose "Never ever ever i promise"