Harry Styles & Shawn Mendes Imagines

Pasta Protector (H.S. Protective)

"Look, I don't know anything about your money. That's my brothers deal, not mine." You said in frustration to the man standing in the doorway of your apartment.

You were home alone since your brother was heaven only knows where, and it was just the two of you. You realized too late that you should have kept the door locked and pretended you weren't home. You tried to close the door, but the man stopped you.

"Well then I might just have to get a different type of payment." The man smirked at you, stepping inside. You instantly tried to run past him, and narrowly succeeded. You took off down the hallway looking for an open door.

As the man got closer behind you, you dodged into the open doorway, and slammed the door shut, locking it.

Great. Now you were in some random persons apartment.

"Um.. hello?" A deep, irritated yet unsurprised voice said to you. "What's your name?"

A booming voice sounded from behind the door along with a loud bang. "Let me in , (y/n)."

"(Y/n), is it?" The brown haired boy calmly nodded to himself.

You confirmed this by your silence, and you couldn't understand how he could be so disconcerted while there was someone trying to beat his door down.

"You gonna get that?" He said while gesturing toward the door, and walking past you to look through the peek hole.

"No.. he's trying to hurt me." You said frantically.

You could see the boys expression drop and his green eyes flicked to you.

"Are you alright?" He asked suddenly concerned.

"Right now I am, but not if he comes in."

The tall boy's face surrendered to a hard look that consisted of his eyebrows narrowing.

"Get behind me."

The boy opened the door, and the man stopped hitting it from the other side. The mans eyes went wide, though the anger of his face didn't change.

"Is there a problem?" The boy asked politely. "I was making myself spaghetti, and I don't remember inviting you to share."

"Where's the bitch?" The man fumed.

The boy looked behind himself and looked left and right. He then shrugged his shoulders and said, "the only bitch here is you. I think you should leave. Before I crack another one of your ribs."

"That was a month ago. You got lucky that time, Harry." The man fumed.

"If you want to fight, can we take it outside quickly? As I remember, you don't last long, but my pasta is already boiling."

The man stared at the boy he called Harry for a moment. "She's not worth it."

Harry turned to look at you. "She looks worth it to me, so I'll break your nose over her if you ask me to."

"No. It's fine. I'll see you around Styles," the man huffed beneath his breath, "if I'm unlucky."

Harry closed the door, and turned back to you. His green eyes enlightening your smile.

"Thank you." You quietly said.

Harry dug his hands into his pockets. "Now that that's settled.. would you like to stay for spaghetti?"

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Dedicated sincerely to all of those pasta lovers out there.