Harry Styles Paparazzi Novels & Stories

Waiting to see the fallen King humiliate himself. [The Arrival] Outside, the noise of the paparazzi suddenly stopped. A hush fell over the red carpet. A convoy of six black Rolls-Royces glided to a halt at the entrance. The lead car bore the silver crest of the Sterling Family. "He's here," someone whispered. The doorman rushed to open the back door of the main car. But before he could, a pair of long, slender legs stepped out. Harper.

Harden got out and helped Hazel, just as a paparazzo snapped some photos from a distance, having been tipped off that she was in Hawaii. “I have some photos. She looks pregnant,” the photographer called to an anonymous person on the other end of the phone. “Good. Send the address and the photos to the email I’ll give you, along with the caption. I’ll handle the rest,” the person responded before hanging up. Harden took Hazel into the museum, where an elderly man greeted them. “Welcome, Mr. McCall. It’s an honor to have you here,” the man said, shaking Harden’s hand. “Wow, the madam is pregnant. Congratulations, ma’am,” he added, smiling at Hazel.

I cheered and yanked myself off from the trunk. Harry quickly pulled out his phone from his back pocket and started taking selfies, first he doesn't want me in his pictures but he gave in right in the end. As Harry and I were doing our own thing, I noticed Tybalt and the others has started taking groufies and some selfies too. I have an idea!

After taking one photo, Harry excitedly asked the photographer to send him the photo at once. Harry gazed at the family photo on his phone and immediately posted it on Twitter for everyone to enjoy.

" I whisper in his ear and he just winks at me . He takes me in a kiss ,my hands on his shoulders gripping him while he tugs at my waist . I can see harry talking with some girl in the periphery but his eyes are on me and my lips on shawn's. I break the kiss as all the paparazzi cheer around us . My eyes meet harry’s as he nods as a greeting to which I nod back. Shawn takes my hand and we walk in.

He nodded and took my hand. We got to the event and there was a red carpet and lots of flashes from cameras. Adam parked and we got down in front of the red carpet. Immediately the paparazzis got a sight of Harry, there were many flashes and they started coming up to interview him. Some of Gerald’s bodyguards I could recognize came forwards to stop them. Harry held my hand and sheilded me himself. There were many flashes I wasn’t used to. We got inside the hall and it was beautiful. I was very impressed with the design I picked.

She thought he might ask her to come on her own but was left stunned when he exit the car and offered her his hand. They both exit the car and Rose couldn't help but feel anxious at how desperately paparazzi were taking Harry and her pictures. While Harry was unbothered. He was holding her waist and walked inside the party without showing one ounce of reaction or answering anyone's questions. "Harry my boy." Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes before turning towards the old man who came to him with a wide smile. "How are you?" Harry nodded at the man with a blank face. "I am good Mr. Scott how are you?" Mr. Scott nodded before patting Harry's shoulder.

When Harry saw how hopeless I looked, he quickly agreed to the bet. They soon put hidden cameras on me and arranged for a driver to take me to the night market. My head pounded as I stood in the busy night market. The weird stares from the people around me made me feel uncomfortable. In my earpiece, I heard Harry’s annoyed voice. “Hurry up, you little brat! If you don’t, I’ll send out your juicy photos right now and ruin the Clinton family’s name!” A chill ran down my spine. I could not believe how low Harry would stoop. He had taken juicy photos of me while I was unconscious.

Allegedly at this time there are paparazzi who are secretly taking a moment. Faye became less focused and looked around. The thing that made Alard wonder. It's true, there was a paparazzi who managed to take pictures of both. Faye was starting to panic. He stared at Alard for a few seconds and immediately pulled the man's hand into the room. No, Faye had to live up to her good name or scandal could blow wildly before Faye could take it anymore.