Harry Styles Imagines

08 ~ Paparazzi

••PAPARAZZI••

"I'm sorry it ended like this." Harry sighs and sends me an apologetic look.

"It's okay, Harry. It's not your fault." I assure him and smile.

Harry takes my hand in his and gives it a gentle squeeze. He returnes the smile and leans over to quickly kiss my cheek. As he pulls back my eyes are once again blinded by another bright flash of the pap's cameras. Harry pinches the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb.

"Ready?" He asks and glances outside.

"Ready." I confirm and he takes a deep breath before he warily opens the car door.

The crowd that formed around Harry's Range Rover goes crazy as Harry tries to make his way through the mass of people. He finally made it to my side of the car and opens the door. It's now or never. I take hold of his hand as soon as I leave the safety of the vehicle. Harry pulls me closer to his side as he closes the door and locks the car. They shout all sort of questions, but Harry told me earlier to just ignore them. Harry wraps his arm around my waist and we try to make our way through the crowd. The people wouldn't budge; there has to be at least 50 of them; so Harry tightens his hold on my hand as he elbows his way through the paparazzi, me following behind him. I cling desperately onto Harry's hand, but I can feel my grip loosen as more and more of the little idiots push me back and away from Harry. And his hand slips from mine. It seems nearly impossible to get through the wall the paparazzi have formed.

"I'm sorry, but could you please.." I try to ask them politely to move out of my way, but I get cut off by constant shoves of them and not to mention their yelling.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Are the cheating rumours true?" One of them shouts, followed by a camera flash.

"How does it feel to be hated by millions of teenage girls?"

"People say you're using Harry for fame and money; attention whore!"

"You'll never be good enough for Harry."

"Harry's just using you to get his ex-girlfriend back!"

They continue with their yelling and I do my very best to block them out just like Harry told me, but it's useless.

"Have you ever self-harmed?"

"You should really stop eating so much!"

"For how long are you pregnant already?"

I can feel my eyes welling up with tears and my breathing getting heavy. I never had a problem with crowds -I'm not claustrophobic- until now. It feels like they're getting closer and closer, invading my personal space way too much. The air gets sucked out from my lungs and I feel like I'm choking. I feel light headed and my whole body is shaking. Little sweat droplets are forming on my forehead and my stomach is twisting. My heart hammers in my chest -it actually hurts- and I hear the blood pumping in my ears. I'm having a freaking panic attack. Where the hell is Harry?

"Harry." I choke out and my knees buckle. I sink down onto the concrete, totally against my will. They are probably going to tromp me to death. Hot tears are running down my cheeks as I hide my head in my hands. Everything seems pretty hopeless right now.

"BACK THE FUCK OFF OR YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET IT!" A loud voice booms over the shouting of the paparazzi. Harry.

I look up between my fingers and see him elbowing his way through the men, looking furious as ever. A few of them come to their senses and take a few steps back, but the others obviously don't care. But they should; angry and furious Harry is the worst. He can get pretty scary.

I let out a squeal as one of them fall over me; yes, the pap just tripped over an upset girl.

"Get the fuck away!" Harry shouts.

I scream again as someone tugs at my hands, my fear getting the best of me.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. It's me, baby." Harry's gentle voice speaks and it's easy for me to find comfort in his voice. Harry takes my hands and lowers them from my face. He's kneeling in front of me, concern written over his face. His eyes widen as he takes in my puffy eyes and my choked breathing.

"Holy shit. You-You're having...." Harry trails off and I nod. "Breathe, baby, breathe." Harry instructs. I try to follow his order, but with the shouting it's just too hard. My eyes are darting around and my hands are scratching my thighs. "Stop, (Y/N)." Harry takes hold of my hands and stops me from going any further. He places one hand under my chin and gently turns my head. "Focus on me, baby. Just focus on me." Harry's voice is quiet and raspy, but I can hear him clear as day. His free hand is running up and down my back, calming me down as well. I look into his eyes and just like that, everything around me disappears. The paparazzi and the shouting and the flashs. Just Harry and I. Harry inhales and exhales, showing me how to do it. I copy his actions and I can feel how my whole body turns back to normal. "That's it, love." He smiles at me and scoots closer. He places one hand under my thighs and the other is holding my back. He lifts me up and I swing my legs around his middle. My arms wrap around his neck and I bury my face in his curls.

"Move the fuck out of my way!" Harry screams at them and surprisingly, they obey.

Finally, we reach the front door of the hotel the boys are staying at. Harry walks straight over to the elevator and presses the button. The familiar 'ding' sound is heard and we step into the elevator. Harry presses the button once again.

"You okay, baby?" Harry asks and pulls his head back to look at me. I can hardly process what he's saying or doing, my eyes dropping, but I manage to weakly nod my head. That incident was exhausting.

"I'm sorry." Harry sighs. "Take a little nap, hmm? You're tired, baby. Just go to sleep." He presses a kiss against my forehead. And I do just that. I bury my face in his curls again as Harry steps out the elevator when we reached the floor our room is on.

I hear the other boys chatter as Harry walks us into the main room, where the others are watching TV.

"The two lovebirds are back." Louis hollers and the rest snickers. I groan and stir in Harry's arms.

"Be quiet, could you?" Harry scolds them and I relax in his arms.

"What happened?" Liam asks.

"Fucking paparazzi." Harry simply mutters and reajusts me in his arms and walks off.

Seconds later, I'm placed on someting soft; Harry's bed I assume. My eyes are still closed and I don't plan on opening them. Harry removes my hands from around his neck, as well as my legs from around his waist. He kisses my forehead and caresses my cheek with his thumb.

"Sleep tight, angel. I love you." And Harry walks out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

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and another one. but I've written better stuff.

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