GIF Imagines [1D]

4

Imagine you're Harrys date to an event and you've both been looking forward to it for a while. You're wearing a very seductive dress that fits perfectly to your figure that Harry helped you pick out.

As you guys are travelling to the event you notice he keeps looking at you, he can't keep his eyes off you but you don't mind because you're the same with him. When he catches you looking he flashes a sweet smile and squeezes your thigh, where his hand is resting.

You arrive at the event and take some couple photos for the reporters etc. Then they request some with  just Harry himself. He glances at you. "Will you be alright Y/N?"

You nod and reply, "Of course Haz, I'll just be over here okay?"

He squeezes your hand and you walk away to the side. A few minutes pass and you're watching Harry with butterflies swirling around your stomach. Due to you being completely focused on Harry you don't notice a strange man stand by you. "You having fun gorgeous?" The man places a hand on the small of your back. Not thinking too much about it you step away and turn to see the man. "Yeah, I am thanks." Your eyes scan over his butch, overly tall figure. You look back away to Harry before noticing the man advance on you once again. You shift away but yet again he mirrors your movement, you try to stay calm because you're sure he's harmless but then he reaches out and grabs your wrist. "Lets get out of here, yeah?" His almost black eyes stare at you, an undeniable hunger showing on his face. You try to remove your wrist from his grip with no success. You look around trying to find Harry but you've lost him. You begin to panic and try to pull your wrist away with more strength but his vice-like grip keeps his hold.

Your eyes finally find Harry and he's staring at you from a distance, a concerned but intense look clouding his features. He swallows and walks over, his hands clenched into fists. "Do you want to get your hands off my girlfriend?" He asks, obviously infuriated. The man lets go off your wrist, sensing his anger and you rub it trying to ease the pain. A bruise is already forming. Seconds later Harry holds you in his arms as the security escort the man out of the event. "I couldn't find you." You whisper into his chest. His hand strokes your hair and he places a kiss on the top of your head. "I was always watching, as soon as I saw him approach you, I kept my eye on you and when he grabbed your wrist I alerted security. But I had to wait to come get you until they said I could. I would never let anyone take you anywhere without your consent. You mean everything to me. Of course I was always there for you." You breathe in and relax into his arms more. "I love you." You turn your head and place a kiss on his perfectly-round lips.
His hand reaches out and strokes your cheek. "I love you the most Y/N."