Harry: You shot up out of bed, another nightmare leaving traces in your mind. Ever since Harry had brought you home a week ago, you couldn’t go one night without having a nightmare. Tears streamed down your face as you ran a hand through your messy hair. The bed stirred beside you. You automatically felt bad for waking Harry up again. “Another one?” he asked, already knowing what it was. “Sorry Harry,” you whispered. “Babe, don’t worry… C’mere.” He held open his arms and you settled into them. “Shut your eyes kitten. I’m here, and I’m going to protect you. I love you (Y/N). Okay? Nobody is ever going to hurt you again.” You felt your eyes closing. “I love you to Harry.” You took a gentle handful of his shirt and breathed in his scent. Your eyes closed completely, and now that you physically knew Harry was with you, you were able to sleep peacefully.
Liam: (His P.O.V.) As soon as that plane landed, I was off to the hospital. (Y/BFF/N) had called a couple minutes ago to say that (Y/N) was waking up and I felt a little better. She was still pretty ill though, according to the doctors. I got to the hospital and rushed up to the floor (Y/N)’s friend had given me. I found her standing outside the room with her back against the wall. “(Y/BFF/N)!” I called making her head snap up and look at me. “Liam! Thank god you’re here!” she exclaimed, standing up straight. I gave her a quick hug before asking any questions. “How is she?” I started once we pulled away. “She’s awake, but she won’t stop throwing up. They think it’s just a bad case of the flu. They want to keep her overnight for observation,” she explained, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, thank you so much again. Can I do anything to pay you back?” “Just go see your girlfriend.” I smiled and gave her another quick hug before slipping into (Y/N)’s room. She was sitting up but looked extremely pale and tired. “Hey baby girl,” I greeted quietly. “Liam? Oh my god…” She looked like she was going to cry. “No, no. Don’t cry angel.” I rushed over to her bedside and wrapped her in my arms. She felt cold and clammy, but I didn’t care. She gripped onto my shirt and I heard her take a deep breath. “Thank you for coming Li.” “I wouldn’t have it any other way (Y/N)… I’m staying with you.” She moved over so I had room to sit next to her. She didn’t let me go, not that I minded. Once I got settles next to her, she began to shiver. I pulled the blanket up over her shoulders and pulled her closer to me, if that was even possible. She was asleep now, but as long as I was able to be with her, things would be okay.
Niall: The two weeks that you had to wait to see Niall again seemed to fly by. Before you knew it, he was walking through the front door and wrapping his arms around you, peppering your face with kisses. The two of you spent the day wrapped up in each other. He told you tons of stories of things that happened on tour and how he wished you had been there. You just sat and listened. He would always tell interesting stories and you would always just sit there and sink in every word. Later on that evening, you took a shower while he went to do a Twitcam. You finished your shower and was about to walk into the bedroom, but stopped when you heard Niall talking. You clutched the towel closer to you and pressed you ear to the door. “Listen, I understand that some of you might not like (Y/N), but that’s your fault, not mine. I love her and… and he means everything to me. When she told me that it was a fan who hurt her, I was heartbroken. I never thought someone would go that far. She hasn’t done anything to you. I love you guys, but no matter what, she comes first. I know not all of you are like this either and I thank the ones who support the boys and their girlfriends.” He kept talking, but you didn’t need to hear anymore. You pressed your back against the door and smiled to yourself. You looked down at the signature on the cast that Niall had written. “Property of Niall Horan.” You knew it was a joke, but in your heart you knew that you were his and he was yours.
Zayn: A couple days later, you were allowed to go home, as long as there was someone there to make sure things were okay. Zayn volunteered as soon as the doctor finished giving the guidelines and a wide smile spread across your face. You looked over at your mom and dad, who nodded with warm expressions. Zayn did everything for you. He wheeled you out to the car, helped you in and buckled you up. When you got home, he kept an arm around your waist to keep your balance. He kissed your cheek before opening the door and bringing you inside. He helped you get comfortable on the couch and made sure you wouldn’t irritate any of your injuries before going to make you some food. “I can feed myself, you know?” you chuckled as he held another spoonful of soup. “I know, but you heard the doctor, you gotta take it easy?” he replied, putting the hot liquid into your mouth. Zayn continued to take care of you, day and night. You couldn’t have ended up with a better person and you knew then Zayn was the one for you.
Louis: The two of you sat on the couch, relaxing into each other and tangling your legs together. He had set up a small nest of pillows and blankets for you two and then put in a movie. You mindlessly played with his fingers, intertwining them with yours while he continued to run his fingers through your hair. You were still shaken up from the incident and even though the man gotten too far, he still touched you in ways that made you feel dirty. But Louis would reassure you that no matter what, he would always love you, and the man who did this would pay. “Karma’s a bitch remember?” he would joke, reminding you when you would get upset. You would always smile at that. Louis had his small things to remind you how much you mean to him. Whether it be leaving sticky notes with cute messages or physically showing you, you would forget about that incident, focusing on the future you had with Louis.
