Harry: “God, why do they always do this?” Harry rolls his eyes as he slides your coat on for you. “They’ve got enough pictures of me already, why do the always drag you into it?” He mutters at the paparazzi. You were just about to leave the hotel and make your way to the airport to go back home, when commotion started to stir outside, a bunch of paparazzi figuring out where you and Harry were. “Relax baby,” you rub his arm, “We just have to get to the car. We’ll be okay after that.” Harry nods at you, though he doesn’t seem to be paying much attention, rather he keeps glaring outside and he’s clenching his jaw in frustration. “You ready then?” You ask, grabbing his hand and he nods with dark eyes, leading the way as usual – he’s known to be a protective boyfriend. As soon as you feel the cool air hit you, Harry pulls you as close to him as possible. One hand is on your waist while he uses the other to push his way through to his car. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Is it true Harry’s cheating on you with Taylor Swift?” Someone yells beside you, and both you and Harry roll your eyes. “(Y/N)! How do you feel about Harry going on tour? You worried he’s gonna hook up with other girls?” You feel Harry’s hand tighten around you at this, he always hated the rumour of him being a womaniser and how they always came back to him screwing you over, but you calm him down by rubbing his arm, stepping through the crowd. “(Y/N)! One quick question before you leave? Why have you gained so much weight? You’re at least double the size since-” But the paparazzi doesn’t get to finish his sentence because Harry has sent him flying backwards with a punch to his jaw. “Why don’t you keep your mouth shut, yeah? Leave my girl alone. Keep your rumours and bullshit comments to yourself. All of you. Now move, let us through before I punch the rest of you as well,” Harry yells, and they all quieten down, scared of Harry’s sudden outburst. Eventually you get to Harry’s car and pull out onto the road, Harry’s chest rising up and down harshly. “You okay?” You whisper. “Yeah… yeah, I’m okay,” he keeps his eyes on the road. “Don’t listen to them, alright? They all talk shit, like they know you, like they know us. They’re a bunch of idiots with no lives. And you’re beautiful,” his voice softens as his hand rests on your thigh, “you’re perfect and they’re jealous of what we have. They just like drama,” he ends, and you lean over to rest your head on his shoulder, thankful you knew you could count on him.

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Niall: “Well aren’t you a pretty little thing,” you feel someone’s warm breath on the back of your neck, and you turn around slowly to look at who the voice belongs to. It’s a stranger, some man with dark hair who looks well into his thirties and you nearly gag at the thought of him coming any closer. “Um, thanks,” you mutter, eyes on the search for Niall in the busy club who had left to go to the bathroom. “You look thirsty, let’s get you a drink,” he says, nudging his head to the busy bar tender, but you shake your head. “No thank you,” you say politely, trying to leave, but he presses you up against the bar instead. “What are you doing? I have a boyfriend, let me go,” you push against him. “Aw, so what? I have a girlfriend,” he shrugs, and you cringe at his attitude. “She’s so lucky,” you say sarcastically, and he laughs at this, his lips moving closer to your neck. “Back the hell up,” you try to move away, but he’s got muscles and is keeping you in place. “Come on, baby,” he whispers, and you turn your head away, hands punching at this chest when you feel a loud yell from behind you that makes the two of you stop. “What the fuck is this? Get your hands off her,” Niall grabs his shoulder roughly, pulling him away. “Who do you think you are? Get yourself another girl, there are plenty here,” the man glares. “Fuck off. That’s my girlfriend you were manhandling, now say you’re sorry and piss off and don’t you dare come near her again, you hear me?” Niall turns the man around. “I’m sorry, whatever,” is all he says, walking away in a huff. “Niall, oh my god, thank you,” you hug him. “I’m sorry I left you, baby. I’m sorry he was touching you like that,” Niall mutters. “No, it’s not your fault,” you rest your hands on his chest, “just… thank you for saving me,” you smile, and he returns it. “Anything for my girl,” he says into your neck.

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Zayn: Zayn had put most of his trust into the security guards who were supposed to guide you through crowds when you were out and about, so he didn’t worry too much when you left that morning to go shopping in New York City, their current concert destination. Marcus, a tall and broad shouldered man was to take care of you and show you around, but instead he kept walking too fast in front of you or not sticking by you in the shops. You were getting sick and tired of his attitude and were just going to go back to the hotel when suddenly a bunch of fans had appeared out of nowhere, shoving their cameras and hands into your face. You knew they meant well but there were too many of them to handle at once, and you try to get away and find Marcus, but you only see the back of his head – he’s walking away. An hour later you’re out of the crowd of girls and finally at the hotel, where Zayn greets you with worried eyes. “(Y/N), what happened? I tried calling you, babe, you wouldn’t answer,” he has panic in his voice. “Yeah, I… dropped my phone when I got out of the taxi,” you show him the broken iPhone you had dropped in the crowd from being shoved too much and falling to the floor at some point, “and it broke. Sorry,” you shrug. “Oh, shit. Don’t worry, I’ll get you a new one this afternoon,” he says, and you’re about to protest when he sees your arm. “Hey, what happened here?” He caresses a new bruise that must have formed on the way over. “Uh… I fell over. That’s how I broke my phone.” “I thought you broke it when you left the taxi,” he raises an eyebrow. “… (Y/N), what really happened?” He asks, and you can’t lie to him, so you just tell him the whole story about Marcus. “What a dick,” Zayn mutters. “What the hell is his problem?” Marcus enters the room just as Zayn says this. “You were supposed to look after her, you wanker. And she ended up getting hurt. What’s wrong with you? She’s a girl in New York City, do your job and realise a million of things could have gone wrong. Look at her arm,” Zayn points to your bruise. “This is your fault. Now get out. You’re fired,” Zayn eyes the man who looks taken aback, and it’s funny considering his built. “Thank you,” you whisper when Marcus leaves, “that was sweet. You defending me. Thanks,” you blush. “Darling, you deserve it. And I’m so sorry you got hurt, my poor baby,” he kisses the purple on your arm, “no one’s ever gonna hurt you again,” he says softly against your skin.

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Louis: “I just wish they’d leave you alone,” Louis rolls his eyes, setting the Starbucks
Styrofoam cup down. “I know,” you grin up at him, really not that bothered that a few fans had interrupted your date with Louis, they just wanted to talk to you both after all. “But you kinda owe it to them, don’t you?” You shrug. “Yeah, I do, but not you. They don’t need to harass you and all that. They do it all the time. On Twitter and everything too,” he grumbles. “Aw, it’s okay, really,” you tell him, “it’s worth it if I’m with you. You make it all better. You always do,” you smile at him, and he blushes a little. “You’re really are too good for me, babe,” he leans over and kisses you, “let me get you a refill,” he snatches your cup away, strolling over to the counter. You smile as he walks away, perfectly content, soon those fans from earlier approaching you. “Hey,” they greet again. “Um, hi there,” you feel a little awkward without Louis there, but you still smile sweetly. “So Louis’s ditched you, huh?” The taller girl smirks. “Um, he’s just getting a refill,” you point behind them. “Yeah, yeah. Not why we’re here. It was cute seeing him pretend to like you. Why do you even bother? He’s probably been with a million other girls on tour,” she laughs. You wanna punch her but you just shake your head. “You done now?” You scoff. The short girl suddenly reaches forward, giving you a small shove. “Hey, what the fuck?” You mutter at the contact. “He really doesn’t love you, you know? You’re just too stupid to see it. I feel sorry for you, really,” she shoves you again, this time harder. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Louis appears, both girls’ eyes widening. “Just joking around,” they try, but you snort loudly behind them. “Can we go now?” You leave the table. “Of course, baby,” his pulls you close before glaring at the girls. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing. You were nice five minutes ago when you wanted to talk to me but you treat my girlfriend like that? Disgusting. Some fans you are. Don’t bother coming to a concert or buying anymore albums, we don’t need you,” he finishes, guiding you out of the store.

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Liam: “Oh my god,” you nearly choke on your drink when your ex-boyfriend appears in front of you, “Jake… hi there,” you offer him a forced smile. “Hey (Y/N),” he grins at you, “how long has it been? Nearly a year, huh? You still look great though,” he sends you a small smirk that you inwardly cringe at, “just as beautiful as the first day I met you.” “Uh, thanks,” you rub the back of your neck, “So, how are you doing then? Enjoying Kate’s party?” You wonder. “Yeah, yeah. You know, university and all that is okay. Got a new job with one of my dad’s friends and uh, leading the single life,” he gives you a not so subtle wink. “Well then, I should probably go to the… thing outside. Nice seeing you again,” you wave, but he grabs your hand instead. “(Y/N),” he starts, “come on, babe. I know you missed you. I can see it. Why don’t we spend one last night together, hey? For old times’ sake,” he leans in close you, his lips close to your own before you shove him away. “No. I have a boyfriend now anyway, back off,” you step away from him. “So? He doesn’t need to know,” he grabs you again, and you’re about to kick him in the balls when suddenly Liam has come between the two of you, your boyfriend gripping the arm of Jake tightly. “She said to back off,” Liam nearly growls. “Yeah, and who the fuck are you?” Jake looks Liam up and down. “Her boyfriend. The guy that actually treats her like a lady, unlike you,” Liam drops his arm. “Now really, back off before I do worse,” Liam presses his chest against Jake’s whose smirk falters, and he walks away looking embarrassed. “Wow,” you say, impressed and surprised, “who would have thought Liam Payne could be so mean.” “I’m mean when my girl is in trouble,” he shrugs, pulling you towards him, “anyone who makes you uncomfortable needs a good punch in the eye.” “Oh, my hero,” you sigh theatrically, pulling him into a kiss.

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