Harry Styles Imagines

•Over-Protective•

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holy shit this is the 110th imagine gaaaaw.

Ilysm xx

There was no doubt to that. Whenever it came to you, or Spencer, he was very protective and he wanted to do everything in his power to stop anything harming the two of you. He was the man of the family, and he felt both of you were the most prioritized in his life. He couldn't stand it if anything happened to either of you.

With Spencer being just 4, and with you being just under 3 months pregnant, he felt his protective side kick in. Spencer was prone to being clumsy, just like her father. She could trip over air, for goodness sake. He loved it though. It went to prove she was his, and that she mimicked him in every way possible. However, he was way too over-protective with you. He wanted to always make sure you were comfortable, or whether you were aching. He always made sure he was with you when you went out; whether it was to the shop on the corner, the bakery in town, or even in the garden. He worried that you'd be hurt, and he couldn't stand it if anything happened when he wasn't there.

He was just looking out for the two of you. He was just being careful. Making sure he didn't have to worry about either of you having major injuries.

That was why he panicked when Spencer asked if she could go to one of his concerts. And with her big green eyes, something she'd definitely inherited from Harry, he found it very difficult to say no to his little girl.

She was only 4, and you and Harry had both tried to keep her from being in the spotlight. You'd done a fairly good job of not having her face printed on every single newspaper Harry would buy on a Sunday morning. For his breakfast read. You'd taken her to one of his concerts when she was just a little baby, sitting in the wings where it wasn't as loud. She didn't know what was happening, but her eyes would sparkle everytime she heard her fathers voice.

She'd beg and whine over the years, wanting to go with her father when he went out with her uncles. She'd cry when he left for long periods of time, and he would only see her through the screen of the iPad. She hated it. She hated not being with him for the day, and she hated it when he wasn't there to cuddle in bed and read a story to get her to go to sleep.

When she asked to go to the concert at London's O2 area one Friday morning, with her green eyes wide and bleary from sleep, he couldn't say no. She'd found her way onto his lap, her arms hooked around his neck, as she peppered his face with kisses.

"Please, daddy? Please, please, please!" She begged, as he closed the paper, folding it over and placing it beside his plate on the table, his eyes wandering over to your figure, leaning against the counter by the kettle, a hand patting your belly. "Pleeaassee?" She whined, dragging out each syllable, her nose nuzzling against his stubbly jaw.

"Spence, sweetheart.. It's going to be very busy. I don't want you or mummy to get hurt. Mummy knows what happens. She's been many times with me" Harry tried to reason, as she pouted her pink lips, her bottom lip trembling. "Spencer, honey... I'm being serious. I don't want my little girl to be hurt now, do I?" He smiled, as he poked his finger to the tip of her nose, watching as she leant her head back, trying to get away from him.

"But, daddy! I want to go!" She whined, as she shuffled on his knee, her bare feet hitting as his calf. "Why can't I go?" She whispered, as he ran a hand up her back, his fingers tickling at her hip.

"You really want to come?" He asked, as she nodded, giggling as she felt his cold fingertips run over her skin. "Why don't you go and ask mummy? She has to look after you... It depends if she wants to come. She may be tired, remember?" Harry said, as Spencer turned her head, then turned her body so her legs straddled Harry's knee.