Harry:
Harry had always been the kid of boy who doesn't get angered by hate comments. When he was in a boxing match, he'd try to concentrate on anything but you because basically... he was whipped. When the man came up to him, he only mumbled hate comments, when finally the bell was about to ring he mentioned you. "That's ya girl there?" He said with a slurred voice. Harry bit his lip. "She's going to come back with me, and I'm going to show her what a real man can do." He got closer to Harry's ear, and said, "I'm going to show her how much more of a man I am than you. You can't even get halfway to her needs, can you?" Harry pushed the man off, walking angrily to the lockerroom. "Harry!" You called, running up to him, everyone in the locker room getting out. "What's wrong, babe?" You asked wiping his eyes.
"He said things about you, (Y/N). I just - I can't fight with him talking about you."
"Harry-"
"I'm a wimp I know, I can't fight for you. I just can't."
"I wanted you to."
Liam:
*similar to Harry's* - Somehow, your ex boyfriend seemed to reappear when you were with Liam, and taunted poor Liam. He finally got to Liam, and Liam told him to fight him, so now you were at a boxing match, your boyfriend and ex boyfriend fighting over you, except you wanted Liam. The bell was about to ring, and Liam held his hand up, and the referree was confused. "I can't. I just can't fight you. If she means so much to you, you can have her. I'm not manly enough." Liam walked away, but you pursued him, even though he lost. Finally, you caught up to the fast walker.
"Liam-"
"No, (Y/N) he won, you're his now, I guess. I know you hated me fighting, so I couldn't."
"I wanted you to fight for me..." you murmured with tears sliding down your face. Your ex's hand met your wrist, tugging you away as his prize. "I wanted you to fight for me, Liam." He was staring at the ground, unable to bear seeing you leave.
Louis:
You starred at Louis from the other side of the room. You were both playing on the DS, and it was a boxing match. You noticed Louis was peeking at the television, when you went for the strike. "Ha!"
"You won, yada, yada, yada," Louis said, putting the DS away, starring at the television.
"You didn't even play did you?"
"I was tired, (Y/N),-"
"Did you even try? It was our first game, too."
"I-"
"I wanted you to fight me." You close the game and go to your room, Louis sticking downstairs to watch the television.
Niall:
The drunk was gone from Niall now. You stood alone, manning your own battle. "Do you know how many nights I stayed how alone, wishing you were here, sober, as well?!" you cry out. "Do you know what it's like to know your boyfriend is out getting drunk, hurting his own body, and might be doing things like cheating behind your back?" He opened his mouth, quickly shutting it. "You didn't even care the other day when those men said those nasty things about me. You don't even care I'm home alone. You don't even care about me anymore Niall? Why didn't you just break up with me yet? Was I your rock to fall back on?" Tears were slipping outt of his eyes now, the saltiness much less sour than you. You grabbed your purse, and opened the heavy door, Niall fully in tears now, as well as you. "The worst part is- I wanted you to fight for me, but you obviously don't." You slammed the door, running to your car, opening your phone pressing the buttons you never wanted to dial again. "Mom... can I stay there tonight?"
Zayn:
"You're probably a little whore in bed, aren't ye?" The men clucked their beer glasses together, with a laugh. Zayn's grip around your waist tightened, him wanting to not turn around. "You got a fine piece of ass! Yeah, move it like that!" Zayn wouldn't let you even move, while you two waited in line. Finally you got out of the pub, and into the safety of your car.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to fight them. I know you hate me fighting."
You brushed your eye as if it was an itch, but you knew it was salty water. "Zayn, I wanted you to fight for me." You fiddled with a cuticle, not wanting to think about it again. Zayn just drove home, you both not wanting to say one word.
