You Come Home Hurt
Harry: “Harry…?” You called out quietly, your voice sounding broken and tired, echoing off the walls. “Hazza?” You whimpered, sniffling harshly and trying to hold back tears. “[Y/N]?” He came running out of the bedroom, “Are you alright, babe? Why do you sound-” But he stopped the moment he rounded the corner. He took in your disheveled appearance, bruises blossoming underneath your swelling skin, a fresh cut lip decorating your face. “Christ,” he muttered, running to you and crushing you to his chest, “Baby, baby…,” he hushed you as you cried quietly, “Ssh, just relax. You’re home now. I’m right here. What happened…”
Liam: You fumbled with your keys, trying to get them into the lock, but your shaking hands failing you when you needed them the most. They dropped to the ground, and you gave up, rapping on the door repeatedly. “Li?” You sobbed out, and the door swung open quickly. “Babe?” Liam’s eyes got wide as he stared at your appearance, torn clothing, swelling ankle, shaking frame. “What happened to you?” You shook your head, your breathing coming in fast pants as you dove for the safety of his chest, “Fans… Li, fans, fans they… they…” You started hyperventilating as he scooped you up, carrying you inside and straight to the safety of a hot bath.
Zayn: Zayn picked up his phone, answering your ringtone in a second, “Hey, babe… No… Yeah. No, the boys are here…” Zayn trailed off, hearing your scared tone. The boys snapped up from their Fifa game, watching him as he began to pace. “Where are you…?” Zayn hung up the phone, and Louis looked at him curiously. “That [Y/N]?” Zayn nodded and ran towards the door, “It’s [Y/N], yeah,” he swung it open, seeing you there and your entire body in almost a seizure and sweat breaking out across your forehead. The other boys looked on in shocked awe, as Zayn picked you up effortlessly and cradled you like an infant, moving you straight to the couch. “Lou, warm towel, yeah?” He looked up, then looking back down to you, kissing your forehead, “Deep breaths. Deep breaths…”
Louis: “Holy… shit,” Louis exhaled, his eyes going up from his phone as your body limped into the bedroom. “What the hell happened?” He tossed the phone down and ran to you, dropping down to look at your nearly black knee. You let out a quiet chuckle, brushing some sweaty hairs from your face, “Bad football accident,” you shrugged, trying to play it off with humor. He shook his head and looked at you, his arm helping escort you to sit down. “You don’t play football,” he huffed angrily, and he looked you dead in the eye, “Be honest with me. Was it a fan?” You trembled on the toilet seat as Louis fumbled for an ice pack. “Maybe,” you muffled, ashamed. Louis cupped your face and kissed you softy, “I’ll kill them. I’ll kill ‘em for hurting my baby.”
Niall: Niall looked up from the dinner he was eating, dropping his fork to the ground when he took over your appearance. You were almost entirely black and blue, with patches of yellow and a sickly green in between. “What happened to you?” He nearly yelled, causing you to jump in shock. Niall ran over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and cupping your cheek in his hand. He watched on in horror as you crumpled to his chest, muttering incoherent and inconsistent strings of words, obviously traumatized. “Ssh,” he rubbed little circles on your cheek, “Ssh. It’s all okay. You’re home now. We’ll… we’ll figure this out. I love you. I love you so much. Let’s get you some ice…
