Harry Styles Imagines

•Always protective •

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The car pulled up to the hotel, parking against the Los Angeles sidewalk, and your stomach tightened as you noticed the crowds of fans and paparazzi huddled on the pavement, cameras already flashing, before the car even came to a stop. Harry and the rest of the boys were doing some recording at a studio in Los Angeles, and with Darcy out of school for a week, for spring vacation, you had decided to come along.
"Harry," you whispered to him warily, looking over, at the people slowly inching towards your car, before looking back at Darcy in the backseat. 
Harry was watching them intently, one hand braced on the wheel, another holding your hand.
"I know," he mumbled, surveying the crowds, he reached to adjust his beanie over his curls. He looked back at Darcy, seeing her looking out the back door window, her eyes widening.
"Daddy," she whispered nervously. At eight, she was still just so little, that both you and Harry worried about what the fans or paparazzi might do, and you definitely didn't want her getting hurt because of it.
"Daddy's going to come get you love, just a second." Harry took a deep breath before opening up the car door, the hotel valet coming around the car, Harry handing him the keys. The screams started, the fans and paparazzi clamoring for Harry's attention, as he went around to Darcy's side. Another concierge came around the car to open up your door.
"Thank you," you whispered loudly over the crowd noise.
"You're welcome, Mrs. Styles."
Harry opened up the back door. "I've got you," he whispered, picking her up and settling her on his hip. Darcy buried her face into his neck, holding onto him tightly, as he came around the car, taking your hand in his.
"Harry! Harry!"  one of the paparazzi called out. "Harry can you tell us anything about the new album?"
Harry smiled, giving them a small wave. "Sorry, man."
You pressed yourself into Harry's side, as they started to get closer.
"Isn't she a little old for that, man?" another called out.
Harry's expression hardened, as the pap got closer, almost directly in front of you. "Stay away from my daughter!" he snapped at him protectively. "Move back!" Darcy held onto him tighter, whimpering into his neck. Harry pressed his lips to her cheek comfortingly.
"It's okay, we're almost inside," he whispered in her ear. "I won't let you go."
Fans tried to get closer to the three of you, begging for pictures.
"Harry! Can we have a picture? Put her down!" a few girls begged.
Harry shook his head. "I'm sorry, could you move back, please."
The girls groaned, rolling their eyes, trying to grab onto Darcy.
Harry pulled her closer. "Don't touch her," he said, tone growing more and more agitated.
The paparazzi then moved closer to you, getting right up next to her, and beginning to make you nervous.
"Don't you think she could walk, she's eight isn't she?" another one jeered at you, grabbing your arm. You jerked away from his touch, back to Harry's side.
"Maybe if you would back off," Harry answered before you could, tone rising in anger "Don't you ever touch my wife or my daughter."   
You squeezed his arm, and you pushed through the rest of the crowd into the lobby of the hotel.
Harry hugged Darcy tightly, before setting her down, crouching down in front of her. "You okay?" he whispered, squeezing her hands, and looking her over, her stroked her cheek lightly.
Darcy nodded, and Harry stood up, taking her hand in his own, holding on tightly, as you walked up to the check-in desk.
He would never stop protecting her, doing whatever he had to do, not matter how much she grew up.