One Direction Preferences

24. He Gets In A Fight For You

Harry: You were both having a nice day out, trying to spend time with each other before he leaves for tour in a week. The two of you were used to camera flashes and screaming fans, but one in particular caught Harry’s attention and made him turn around. One of the paparazzi was trying to talk to you, but Harry told you to ignore them because of the questions they were asking. “(Y/N), is it true that you’re pregnant with Harry’s child?!” one yelled. One male paparazzo replied with, “I wouldn’t doubt it, the girl’s a slut.” Harry stopped in his tracks and turned to face the man who spoke, and you feared for the worse, knowing Harry’s protective side. “Excuse me, what did you just say about her?” he snaps at the man, causing silence to ring through the entire crowd. The man just stood in complete shock that Harry had actually heard him through every person that was talking. Knowing he couldn’t back down, he said, “Your girl’s a slut that wants your money!” Without warning, Harry pulled his fist back and knocked the guy to the ground. The two men were soon on the ground, throwing punches at each other. You yell at Harry, telling him to stop, until you’re finally able to pull him away from the man. “That hurts!” he complains back at home while you’re cleaning the cut on his forehead off. “Well if you weren’t so stupid, you wouldn’t have this problem right now,” you grumble quietly, pushing his hair out of your way. “I’m sorry… I just want to be able to protect you; to let everyone know that you’re mine and that I love you,” Harry replied with a half smile. You finally give him a smile of your own and press a kiss to his lips, “Although I don’t agree with what you did, the gesture was sweet,” you reply. Harry smiles and looks up at your face from where he sat and pulled your body against him as you continued to clean his cut. 

Liam: You never thought that Liam would be the kind of guy to yell at somebody, let alone get in a fight with them. So one night when you and Liam were out for a walk around town after he came back from tour, you wanted to get dressed up. You wore a dress that hugged your curves, but didn’t suffocate you. After the two of you finished eating, you held hands with your fingers laced together as you walked through small crowds of people. Most of them were fans, but they were all considerate enough to see that the two of you were together, and didn’t bother you. When you were walking back to Liam’s car, you passed a drunken man who probably wouldn’t have said what he did if he was sober. “Damn girl, you gotta sexy body,” he slurs, checking you out. “Excuse me? What did you just say to my girlfriend?” Liam asks, pushing you behind him. “Liam, let’s just drop it; he’s drunk,” you try to reason. He ignored you–something he never did–and continued to glare at the man. “Yeah man, listen to your lady… unless you want me to take her home and show her a good time,” the drunk said, giving you a wink. Liam lost it and slammed the guy against the wall, punching him square in the face, knocking him out. “Liam!” you say, partly shocked and worried. “I’m sorry (Y/N)… I didn’t mean to scare you if I did,” he said, looking down at his right hand. “It’s okay… is your hand alright?” you ask, taking his large hand in your own. “It’s just a little sore; he has a hard head,” Liam teased, succeeding at lightening the atmosphere as you giggled. “Come on, let’s go home,” you say, kissing his knuckles before pulling him towards his car. 

Louis: Louis decided to take you to a club for your eighteenth birthday, and the men had definitely taken an interest in you. You’re sitting at a table with your boyfriend, watching as he gradually got drunk as the night continued on. You laughed at some of the ridiculous things that he had been doing. Louis gets up to get another drink, and that’s when a man slides into the booth across from you. “Hey there sexy, what do you say; my place or yours?” he asks with a wink. You hold back a cringe, trying to be nice since he probably didn’t know you were here with your boyfriend. “I’m sorry, I’m here with my boyfriend,” you reply, fiddling with Louis’ car keys. “Well nobody has to know, it won’t take long,” the man says, giving you another wink before grabbing your hand. You attempt to pull away from him before Louis returns to the table. “Hey man, why do you have your filthy hands all over my girl?!” Louis shouts, pissed. The man releases your hand and Louis continues to glare at the man as he stood. “I can show your girl a better time than you ever can,” the man said. Louis threw the drinks on the ground and lunged at the man, toppling him onto the ground. After many punches being thrown, you finally pry Louis away from the man and walk out of the club, trying to keep him upright as he stumbles. “I did that for you, babe,” he slurs happily, a triumphant grin on his face. You giggle, realizing he didn’t know his nose was bleeding. “I know you did,” you reply as if you were speaking to a toddler. “Because you’re my girl and not his or anybody’s,” Louis continues to slur. You just smile and kiss your adorable little drunk on the cheek. 

Niall: Niall had never been the confrontational type; he usually didn’t let anything faze him and continued to be the carefree little Irish you love. But one night, the two of you are eating out at your favorite restaurant, having a great time until a boy around your age approaches you. Niall looks uncomfortable and gives you a ‘Do You Know Him?’ look. You shake your head and turn back to the guy. “I couldn’t help but to notice how beautiful you are… your body is gorgeous and I think you’d look better without all of those clothes on,” he says with a wink, pushing a strand of hair away from your face. You flinch back and Niall stands up quickly. “If you didn’t notice, she’s my girlfriend and I’d appreciate it if you’d back the fuck off of her,” he says, causing your eyes to nearly pop out of your head in shock. The other guy laughs bitterly before replying, “Wow gorgeous, where did you go wrong while picking out this guy?” he asks, turning to you. Before you could reply with your smartass comeback, Niall had punched the guy, causing him to fall over onto and empty table. The boys continued to roughhouse and you stayed where you were, not wanting to be punched in the process. The manager of the restaurant had called security and the two men were kicked out of the restaurant. You followed Niall out to his car and took his hand, spinning him around before he could open his car door. “What the hell, Niall?!” you ask, hands trembling. “I’m sorry (Y/N), he just… he liked you and that irritated me,” Niall replies, looking down as his cheeks tinted pink. “Niall, no matter how many guys believe that I’m pretty or whatever, they will never be able to pull me away from you. Because I only love you… just ignore guys when they do that,” you say, rubbing your hand against his cheek. Niall gave you a grin and leaned down to kiss your lips, “I love you too,” he said before giving you a tight hug. 

Zayn: For being known as a ‘Bradford Bad Boi’, Zayn was thought to be the most confrontational out of the band. But you couldn’t see it. Zayn was always so nice to everybody around you, and when he got jealous, he never hit anybody. This time was different though. The two of you were at the mall and your ex was there with his new girlfriend. You had seen them, but felt no emotion and continued to walk around with Zayn. Minutes later you bumped into your ex, his new girl nowhere to be found. “(Y/N) is that you?” (Y/EX/N) asked with a smile. “Oh, hey,” you say, not wanting to speak to him as you tried to pull Zayn away with you. “Well, I’m dating a new girl now,” he said with a smirk. “Well I’m dating a new guy too, so goodbye now,” you reply, pushing past him. “She’s better than you ever were; I have no regrets cheating on you with her!” (Y/EX/N) said, causing Zayn to stop in his tracks. “Excuse me?” he asked, glaring your ex up and down. “Yeah that’s right, pretty boy. I cheated on (Y/N) with a girl who’s obviously sexier than her,” your ex gloats, pointing towards his new girlfriend. You knew that he had cheated on you with her, given the reason why he’s your ex. “You honestly don’t know what you’ve lost if you think that loosing (Y/N) for that bimbo is good,” Zayn says. “(Y/N)’s good for nothing man, you should get out while you can.” At that, Zayn had snapped and his fist collided with your ex’s face, the two boys throwing punches before security had kicked them out. When you got back home with Zayn, he laid on the couch and you went to the freezer to get him an ice pack for his jaw. “You should have just ignored him, Zayn,” you say, handing the ice pack to him. “How could I after he insulted you like that?” Zayn challenges, pressing the ice pack against his bruising jaw. You smile down at your boyfriend and he extends his arms so you could lay on his chest. “Thank you for defending me,” you say, kissing his jaw. Zayn chuckles, “Anything for my girl.”