Harry Styles Paparazzi Novels & Stories

Harry sternly said to the person on the other side of the phone. “Sure, Mr. Scott. I won’t leak them as long as you’re willing to buy them.” It was a reporter who had coincidentally discovered Summer's whereabouts. He had followed her to get some news, but he didn't expect Harry to show up as well. He was lucky that Harry was willing to spend a huge amount of money to buy the photos. The reporter smiled with satisfaction when he received the money. Then, he deleted all the copies of these photos in his hand.

Devin POV Harry hasn’t left for more than a couple of hours when my phone starts to go insane with messages and alerts on his name. FUCK I put down the coffee mug, and I start to get tense. What the fuck are you doing dude? I receive photos of his publicist saying paparazzi have been following Harry and got photos of him kissing another woman. His publicist had no clue what to do because that woman is not Alice and definitely not his wife.

Stella Harris said. She just hoped that no paparazzi was close-by at that time. "You are right Stella! Edna Farley hates you already. Any form of comparison will only make things worse." Just as predicted, Kira Lopez received a notification from her phone and when she checked, she saw a headline about Stella Harris. "STELLA HARRIS GOT INTO A MESS WITH HARVEY ENTERTAINMENT PRINCESS" when she clicked the link, she saw a tape of Stella Harris unknowingly bumping into Edna Farley and Edna Farley walking away.

My phone started ringing and looked at the id, on seeing the caller a smile came on my face. "Hey Harry." I heard a pen snap and looked at Sean to see him glaring at the phone. Looks like somebody is jealous. I rose my eyebrows in confusion but he ignored it. "Hey baby doll, will you explain what happened?" "Explain what?" I asked confused. "The news. When I returned from Japan last night I was met with a horde of reporters wanting to know our relationship and my look of surprised shocked them." I chuckled at his sentence. Even after being rich from childhood Harry didn't like public and especially the media.

“You don’t think—” “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But something isn’t right.” I exhaled shakily. “We have to hope he’s fine. And more importantly, we need to make sure this doesn’t reach the press.” Harry’s silence was answer enough. I stilled. “Harry?” He looked guilty. I grabbed his arm. “Tell me.” His jaw flexed. “Hester was here.” The blood drained from my face. “She snuck in, took pictures of you while you were out, and then leaked them to the press.”

I felt even more like a potato in front of her. The man next to him was no stranger to me. He was none other than Harry Styles, an actor and celebrity known for lawsuits. He had become famous after a scandal involving his girlfriend, and I remember that this had been a time when he avoided following the lives of the famous, so I didn't know the reasons for so many controversies.

Heather glanced at Adrian with a spark that could not be mistaken. It seemed Adrian's men didn't manage to buy off all the pictures that the paparazzi had taken. Somehow, one of the reporters must have kept a secret photo and sold it to the media pages. Everyone would love to be famous but not like this... All that was being said was meant to hurt and demean Heather. Ignoring all the incoming calls, Heather sat on her bed and scrolled her phone with a frown on her face. Didn't people have anything better to do? It was like they trolled people online for a living.

There have been a few different instances where photos of Preston and me have reached the press in the almost two months we’ve spent together here in the Hamptons. For the most part, we’ve laid low and stuck to doing things at the club or tried to go places that weren’t busy, but it’s been hard to avoid the media completely. While there’s plenty of speculation that I’m the one seen in photos with Preston, I’ve taken up wearing hats and large sunglasses while I’m out with him. No one has been able to confirm anything, but the grainy photos the paparazzi have taken, and me still teasing being with a sports guy on my still-growing social media platform, have the world catching on to what Presto

"What text message? Where is your phone? Show it to Mr. Atherton and let him see who planned all this!" "I... " The female paparazzi stammered, looking nervously at Harry. Harry also roared at the female paparazzi, "What are you afraid of? There are so many people here. Does the person who asked you to come stand among us? Hurry up and tell us the truth! If you don't say who instructed you, you will be charged with trespassing, and I will make sure you end up in prison!"

Flashes of light burst once more in front of Harry and Sophie’s faces. They had just stepped out of an upscale restaurant after a dinner meeting with several business partners, but as usual, the paparazzi were already waiting outside. “Harry! Sophie! Is it true you’ll be announcing an international fashion collaboration next month?” “What’s your comment on the news about Emma Taylor’s disappearance?” That question stopped Harry in his tracks. The glare of the cameras reflected sharply in his eyes. Beside him, Sophie forced a polite smile, but her hand gripping Harry’s arm went rigid.