Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Protective Harry

He frowned slightly when he saw you walking down the stairs wearing your comfy hoodie and jeans shorts. He really wanted to tell you to go back up to change your jeans shorts into something less revealing because your long legs looked really sexy in them. 

Too sexy in fact, Harry thought to himself grudgingly. Maybe it was just him being oversensitive  where at this day and age, is counted as the normal length of jeans shorts. He was extremely protective over you and wanted to have you all to himself, but that shorts are definitely going to catch many's attention as he was already having a hard time to not look at you.

"I'm readyyyy...." You sang happily and his heart melted as you leaped into his arms. He held you close and decided against it. He doesn't want to violate your liberty and freedom to dress as you please.

He pressed a kiss on your forehead and lead you out of the door, ready for a fun time clothes shopping downtown.

You were clueless that what you were wearing is too short, you did not mean to make Harry protective and jealous. But you could tell that Harry was really distracted today, he kept glancing around the two of you and giving men extra long and cautious glances.

He kept his arms around your waist as usual, maybe a little tighter. You guys walked into Gucci, Harry's favorite store and the two of you had a blast choosing exotic and outfits that'll definitely look weird on others but not on Harry. Definitely not on him.

You guys walked out of the shop with 2 suits for Harry and a pretty floral patterned dress for you. There were more paps following the both of you around now. Flashes that you got accustomed to after dating Harry for a while were in your eyes non-stop and you blinked furiously, letting your head drop instinctively.

Harry turned towards you with concern written all over his face but you both know there's nothing he could do about it. You sighed silently in your heart, it really spoils the both of your mood to be out in public sometimes when you have no privacy whatsoever.

Harry shaded your eyes protectively with his long arms and you looked up at him gratefully. Harry's other arm was still wrapped around your waist protectively, steering you as far from the paps as possible.

Suddenly, you heard a whistle coming from one of the paps and Harry stiffened immediately. He absolutely detest any other male looking at you in a sexual way, so he turned back and gave the pap a rare glare of his. 

He stopped immediately and took off his jacket he's been wearing. Harry bent over slightly and wrapped the long sleeves of his jacket around your waist so it falls down your sexy legs.

You tightened the knot around it and the pap groaned jokingly: "Aww, come one mate! Don't be like that!"

You and Harry both turned to glare at that rude man at the same time. 

Once you guys got out of the chaos and into the car, you felt so guilty for no reason at all.  Harry was silent as he drove and you broke the silence by saying softly.

"I'm sorry, Haz..."

He softened and turned to look at you gently. "For what, babe?"

You bit your lips. "I shouldn't have worn those jeans, should I?"

Harry sighed softly: "It's not you, baby. You're allowed to wear whatever you want. It's the society nowadays... I felt really protective over you when I first saw you wearing that shorts because firstly, you're mine and I don't want anyone else looking at your sexy legs..." 

Harry chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "And secondly, I knew the paps will harass you and give you a hard time."

You lowered your head even though you did nothing wrong. 

"Hey babe... look at me. It's not your fault, okay?" He pulled the car over to the side of the road and lifted you up onto his lap.

"I love you, beautiful. I'm sorry we can't go out like normal couple and wear whatever the hell we want without getting followed around everywhere. This must be stressing you out, isn't it? I'm really sorry, baby girl." Harry said in your ears softly while you leaned back against his chest.

"It's okay, it's not your fault." You understood and he kissed your cheeks softly.

"I love you, baby girl." 

"I love you too, Harry."

The both of you held each other close, wondering what was wrong with society these days. 

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I think girls should be able to wear whatever they please without having to get ogled or judged as being a slut!

Your opinion? Please don't hate on my opinion guys....

All the love, Cheryl  x