Harry: Harry’s strong inked arm slides around your waist. “So many bastards here.” He mutters. “It’ll be alright.” You soothe. He shakes his head, leading you into the club. “I wish you didn’t wanna come.” He groans, ordering four shots of tequila. He downs them all quickly, not sharing. You give him a questioning look. He shrugs, “Just something to take the edge off.” “I’m going to dance.” You announce and turn to leave. His arms slide around your waist. “Oh no you’re not. I literally just commented on how many douche bags are in this club and you decide to head out alone? No. Way.” His eyes are hard and serious, his grip on you becoming increasingly tighter. You two stare at each other. “I want to.” You insist. “No.” Harry states, “and that’s final. Now sit down and I’ll order you a drink.” In a huff you sit down. You order yourself a drink and ignore him. “It’s for your own good.” He mutters, a husky edge to his voice.
Louis: “I don’t really want to.” You panic, staring at the football player in front of you. He just asked you out to a party. Louis will not be happy. “I.. Well I’m seeing someone.” You stutter, slightly afraid. This guy doesn’t have the best track record. “Who?” He growls. “Me.” You spin around and Louis is there, his tattoos acting as a big sign saying ‘DON’T TOUCH HER’. “Pussy.” Louis laughs as the football player jogs away. “Now, as for you missy, you’re literally never leaving the house without me.” “but!” You try and convince him otherwise. “Nope. You’re staying with me.”
Niall: His biceps, covered in harsh black ink, tense and tighten as he drills his fist into the guys head. “Don’t fucking touch my girlfriend again. You hear me?” Niall’s breathing is ragged and you wrap your arms around him. “Shh…” You whisper, rubbing his back. “it’s okay now. You’ve made me safe.” Most people might fear Niall’s anger, but you take comfort in knowing you’ll never be hurt.
Liam: “Liam, I’m not five! I can go out if I want to!” The slight temper tantrum you were having wasn’t exactly helping, but you didn’t need your boyfriend’s permission to go out! “You’re staying home. You won’t get hurt at home.” “And by ‘hurt’ you mean hit on!” You snap, tossing your clutch at him. “You’re so overprotective! You’re the clingy one in the relationship.” None of your harsh words affect Liam. He silently watches TV. Half an hour later, you’re still yelling, still throwing insults when Liam jumps up and pins you against the wall. Both of your hands are trapped in one of his and his arm is tightly around your waist. “But you wouldn’t change any of that, now would you?” his voice is low and husky, leaning in to kiss your neck.
Zayn: “Who’s that?” You ask, referring to some creepy computer nerd staring at you. “That’s Gary.” Your friend mutters, obviously hating him. He wasn’t like most nerds. He looked.. sleazy and like he was mentally undressing you. “Hey asshole!” Your turn to see some tattooed-covered, biker boy with dark hair running up to Gary. “Would you stop looking at her like she’s a piece of meat?” Jet-black-hair-biker-boy punched Gary in the face. “That’s Zayn.” You’re informed. You’re shocked by his outburst, but also flattered and intrigued. Something inside of you wants him. You stand up and walk over to Zayn. “Thanks.” You whisper, feeling very shy. “Wanna grab lunch?” You nod, and eye his bloody knuckles. He laughs, “Maybe after I clean up?” You laugh and agree to meet him in ten minutes.
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