One Direction Preferences • Complete

#18 Another Man Hits You

#18 Another Man Hits You


Harry:
When you and Harry got together, it wasn't just some random coincidence. The two of you had actually been friends for years and over those years, the feelings between you and him just became easier to see that they could no longer be ignored. You had been dating another man at the time and he was trouble. The mental and physical pain he caused you was too much for Harry to watch so he got you out of that situation and from that moment on, the two of you had become inseparable. One evening, the two of you were having a simple, but romantic dinner when the doorbell rang. You sighed and went to answer it but when the door opened, the fear you thought was gone all came rushing back.

"What are you doing here?" you stuttered, trying to keep a calm composure.

"I want you back (Y/N)," your ex scowled, a strong look of lust flickering in his eyes.

"No, we broke up and for a good reason. I'm not coming back and you're leaving. I never want to see you again." You went to try and close the door, but he caught it in time and let out a dark chuckle.

"No, you don't understand... you don't have a choice." He raised his hand and everything happened in slow motion. It flew down and pain radiated through your cheek. You whimpered and slunk back as he towered over you.

"Harry," you cried out, terrified of what would happen.

"What- Hey! What the hell are you doing here?" he boomed, storming up to your ex. Your ex gave him a smile and Harry turned his head to look at you, noticing your bruised and swelling cheek.

"You didn't..." he growled, turning his attention back to the monster that stood in front of him.

"You wanna bet?" You could tell Harry was trying his hardest to keep cool, but that cover was crumbling. His fists curled into balls and his face began to turn red.

"Get out," he said through clenched teeth.

"GET OUT!" Harry shouted when your ex didn't move. The look on Harry's face was enough to scare the cowardly man away and once he was gone, Harry's whole demeanor changed. It went from tough guy to loving boyfriend in three seconds flat.

"Babe?" he asked, approaching your shrivelled figure on the floor. He dropped to his knees and the look of fear on your face was enough to bring a tear to his eye.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you," he sniffed, carefully wrapping his arms around you, fearing you'd wince away from him. But you didn't. You wrapped your arms around him and cried into his shoulder.

"Don't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault."

"But..."

"No but's Harry. It's okay. I'm okay, you're okay," you said, trying to calm down your boyfriend.

"I swear right here and now (Y/N), no man including me will ever hurt you. I love you too much." You smiled at his words, truly touching your heart.

"I love you Harry." "We should go put some ice on this," he whispered, stroking the purple and green mark on your face. He gave you his hand to help you stand up and then took you to the kitchen where he made sure you were okay. He was your saviour and as long as you had him, you were protected and loved.


Liam:
School couldn't get any worse. Your morning had started off with you getting shoved into some lockers by some preppy girls. Then your best friend started up an argument that didn't even involve you, yet she won't talk to you now. By now you were in that 'I don't want to deal with people' mood. You tried to avoid every ounce of human interaction and were so far succeeding until your main bully, Kyle came up and blocked your escape path.

"Move," you mumbled, just wanting to get out to the parking lot where Liam was waiting.

"What? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," he teased. He grabbed your chin roughly and forced you to look at him in the eyes. You could feel his fingers digging into your skin, most likely leaving marks.

"Please just let me go," you whimpered softly, the tears forming in the back of your eyes.

"No," he growled. His actions were fast. He shoved you into the lockers and before you knew it, his fist was coming in contact with your face. Over and over again. The blows to your face were so much, you could feel yourself growing dizzy. The blood was pouring out of your nose and all over the front of your shirt. You could hear the faint yelling of a familiar voice and Kyle's body was ripped off of you. It was replaced by two hands gently cupping your cheek.

"(Y/N), oh god, babe, look at me," you heard Liam's voice say. You managed to open your eyes and look at his extremely worried and scared eyes.

"Liam," you said, starting to cry.

"It hurts."

"I know baby. C'mon, I don't think your nose is broken. Let's go home and we'll get you cleaned up." He picked you up bridal style and carried you out to the car. You were still pretty dizzy due to the amount of blood you had lost. When Liam and you arrived home, he helped you out of the car and kept a firm grip on your waist. He took you upstairs and into your shared bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and running it under the tap. He placed the cloth in your hand and made you hold it while he went and grabbed one if his t-shirts for you. When he came back, the blood flow had slowed down so he took the cloth and rinsed it before dabbing what was left. It was silent. All that could be heard was the soft breathing escaping Liam's focused lips.

"There we go," he spoke softly.

"Thank you Li," you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your head in the crook of his neck.

"We're going to do something about him (Y/N). Nobody, especially you deserves to get beaten like that. Where were the teachers anyways?" You shrugged your shoulders not knowing the answer.

"I love you (Y/N) and I'm going to protect you even if it means me coming to school with you." You let out a light laugh.

"I love you Li."

"I love you too (Y/N). So much."


Niall:
Niall had insisted you come you come to this signing. You didn't want to go at all, in fear the fans would get to be too much but Niall begged you to come. How could you say no to that face? Now, here you were standing behind the five boys watching as endless numbers of girls came up. It seemed like they just kept coming and you were beginning to get a little anxious with all the people. You tapped Niall on the shoulder.

"I'm gonna go find a bathroom," you said into his ear and he nodded kissing your cheek and turning back the fan he was currently with. You began to walk around the stadium, looking for some sort of sign for bathroom. Finally you saw one and made your way over to it. When you were finished, you started to head back to where Niall was. Suddenly, somebody grabbed your arm and you let out a little shriek, getting Liam's attention before the person dragged you behind a wall blocking the two from everybody.

"Hey there beautiful," the voice said. Your eyes were closed, scared of who it would be. But it was a man's voice. You opened one eye to see a man you had never met before.

"What do you want?" you spat.

"Oh, I want you," he replied in a sickly sweet voice, leaning in to kiss you but you ducked away.

"Fuck off," you growled, trying to get back to where the boys were. In the back of your mind you were silently praying that Liam had alerted Niall that something was wrong. The man grabbed your wrist firmly in his grasp, making in nearly impossible to escape.

"Please," you whimpered.

"Just let me be." The man darkly laughed at your sudden vulnerability.

"Sorry, you tried to get away, now I'll have to deal with you on my own terms." That scared you more than anything. He forcefully pressed down on your lips and you fought to get away. When you managed to pull away, you back handed him across the face. Bad choice. His hand came flying down in return knocking you to the floor. Suddenly, As if by some miracle, Liam came into view pulling Niall quickly behind him. When the two boys saw what was happening, they were quick to act. Liam grabbed the man and pulled him away. Paul showed up a few seconds later to take the man away. Niall came up to you and pulled you off the ground. He cradled your face in his hands and pulled you into a protective embrace.

"Are you okay, princess?" he asked. You nodded your head, still in shock from what had just happened.

"Can we go?" you asked.

"I understand if we can't thought," you continued.

"No, I think if it would be best if we got you out of there, the boys will understand." You nodded, rubbing your cheek. Niall took your hand and went over to Paul. Paul didn't hesitate letting you two go. Harry, Louis, Zayn and Liam all waved at you as Niall wrapped an arm around your waist and went to the waiting car. When the door shut and you two were safely inside, Niall wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

"I should have made someone go with you," he mumbled.

"Niall..."

"No, then you wouldn't of got hurt."

"Niall, I'm fine, okay? Don't beat yourself up about this. I love you." You didn't want him to think this was his fault.

"I love you too (Y/N). Forever?"

"Forever Ni."


Louis:
He finally had a night off and the first thing the two of you wanted to do was go out and have some fun. So, he took you to the nearest club for a night out with his girl. When you got there, it was already getting pretty busy and people were already hammered. You smiled at Louis and the two of you went to the bar to get some drinks.

"Wanna dance?" Louis yelled over the blasting stereo. You nodded and took his hand. He started moving to the beat as did you. You danced for a while when Louis said he had to go to the bathroom. So now you were alone. A guy came up to you and started dancing with you. You thought why not and went with it, thinking he wouldn't try anything in a crowd this big. But you were wrong. He gripped onto your hips, tightly I may add and spun you around so your back was against his front. You began to get uncomfortable and pulled away, giving him a dirty look. You saw his eyes turn from the peaceful brown to almost black. You started to walk back to the bar, where you could luckily see Louis. You went to call out his name but your mouth was covered by a bigger hand, startling you. You started to cry and wave your hands, which the man was trying to contain. Luckily Louis saw you and his eyes widened. You bit the man's hand and he let go, giving you enough time to yell.

"Louis!" The man gripped onto your hair and yanked you backwards, making you stumble. You were about to fall but Louis caught your wrist and pulled you behind him.

"Who do you think you are?!?" he yelled, getting right up in the man's face. The man pulled back his fist but Louis was quick. Louis' fist flew through the air and hit the man square in the nose. Blood immediately gushed out of the man's nose and he left quickly. Louis turned back to you.

"Did he do anything to you?" he asked, eyes filling with tears.

"No," you cried, grateful Louis had seen you in time.

"You saved me Lou." He chuckled through his tears.

"Home?" he mouthed, the music getting louder. You nodded and he led you out of the club. Once the two of you were outside he pressed a lingering kiss on your lips.

"You'll always be safe with me, I promise."

"I know, I love you Lou."

"I love you too (Y/N)."


Zayn:
Zayn was finally home from tour and you couldn't be more excited. The two of you were getting bored just sitting and watching movies but because it was almost midnight, there weren't a lot of places open except clubs. You both wanted a quiet evening so after a few minutes of brainstorming, he finally came up with the idea of going for a walk in the small, secluded park only about five minutes from your flat. When you arrived there, he took your hand and both of you started talking about anything and everything. It was one of the best evenings you had ever spent with Zayn. Everything was going perfect until you caught sight of a group of about 3 or 4 teenage boys. You didn't want to place stereotypes but they looked like trouble.

"Zayn," you whispered, tugging on his hoodie sleeve and drawing his attention to them.

"Just stay close okay?" he said, pulling you closer into his side. As the boys got closer, they started getting a little louder. One of them whistled in your direction.

"Sweet body sweet cheeks!" one called out. You were getting a little uncomfortable.

"Watch out boys, this one's got an ass on her!" another called out when they passed you. You thought when they passed, you would be home-free but when a sharp slap hit your bottom you gasped and spun around. Zayn stopped and shot a death glare to the one suspected of hitting you.

"Hey, you wanna keep your hands of my girl?" he growled, pushing you behind him. The younger boy lost his look of confidence and cowered back.

"I-I didn't..."

"You didn't mean it? That's what I thought. Now get out of here before I really lose it," he growled, even scaring you a little.

"Zayn," you said softly, pulling on his arm. You didn't want trouble, you just wanted to continue walking.

"C'mon, please?"

"Not until these punks apologize." You sighed but couldn't help but think his protectiveness was attractive.

"Apologize," he snapped in a louder voice." All the boys mumbled an apology before running off. You pulled on Zayn and linked your arm back with his.

"Sorry babe, you now I can get protective." You smiled and stood on your tip toes to kiss him.

"I know, it's very attractive too." His smile grew and he kissed back more hungrily.

"Home," he panted against your lips. The two of you quickly got home, Zayn wanting to show you that you were his and his only.

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