Zayn: “She is such a slut,” you hear a couple of girls snicker behind you, “She’s hideous.” Zayn was too focused in the music he was listening to, to hear anything. You bite your lip, trying to be confident. The girls continue to make mean remarks and fighting back the tears became harder. He noticed your face that had darkened, “Hey. Are you okay?” You shake your head, “I’m alright. Let’s just go yeah?” “She’s so annoying. Who does she think she is? Crying in front of him like that?” one of the girls says loudly enough for Zayn to hear. His jaws start to tense up and his breathing became heavier. He walks over to the fans and greets them, “Hey guys.” “Oh my gosh! You’re Zayn! We love your music,” the girls giddily reply. “I couldn’t help, but overhear the mean things you said about (Y/N). She has every right to cry in front of me. Especially if something is bothering her. I’m her boyfriend aren’t I? If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all,” he sneers, taking your hand and leading you away from the so-called fans. “I’m sorry about that,” he apologizes. You snake your arm around his waist, smiling at his efforts of protecting you, “Don’t apologize, but thank you for standing up for me.”
Louis: You never really had a problem dealing with the hate you receive when you’re out with Louis. Most of the time, you ignore it. “I hate her so much. How could Louis do that to Eleanor?” a couple of girls whisper behind your back as they watch over you. You pull yourself closer to Louis, shooting him a smile, trying to ignore the rude comments. “If she doesn’t kill herself, I swear I will,” a girl gives you a dirty look, rolling her eyes back. You were taken aback. You’ve never gotten a death threat before and it definitely hurt. Louis lets out a disappointing sigh. “Louis. It’s okay. Let’s just leave,” you choke, holding back your tears. You try to drag him away from the fans, but his grasp was too strong. He let’s go of your hand and walks up to the girl. The girls happily smiles to themselves, prepared to get a picture with Louis. “You are absolutely disgusting. Telling someone to go kill themselves is an absolute low! Don’t you dare talk to (Y/N) that way. To call yourself a fan,” he fumes. The girls face instantly turned from happy to shock. He intertwines his fingers with yours and pulls you away from the situation. “I promise I won’t let that happen again,” he says, tightening his grip, “Promise.”
Harry: As you went shopping with Harry, you noticed some fans following you around. While Harry looked at his things, you walked up to them to say hi. “Hey! I’m guessing you guys are here to take a picture with Harry?” you politely smiled at him, trying to make some conversation. You wanted his fans to accept you. The fans just rolled their eyes and scoffed, “Sorry. We don’t talk to whores like you.” Your eyes widen at their rude comment. “Excuse me?” you stammer, confused at why they were being mean to you. “You heard us. You’re a whore. Harry deserves someone much better. He could’ve at least picked someone that doesn’t look like a dying horse,” they sneer, pushing you with their shoulder as they walk pass you. Your vision becomes a little blurry from the tears that had formed. “Don’t you ever talk to her that way,” you hear Harry snap at the girls from behind you. “She’s not a whore. Not even close. If anything, she deserves better than me. I’m quite lucky that she actually puts up with all this shit thrown at her for just being my girlfriend.” You were stunned at the way he handled things. “Sorry about that,” he smiles, pecking you on the cheek. “No. It’s fine. They aren’t worth your time,” you smile up at him.
Liam: You had just gotten your coffee order. As you were about to leave the coffee shop to meet Liam outside, a couple of One Direction fans came up to you. “So you’re dating Liam right?” one of the girls asked. You smile and quickly nod. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” one girl says. You tilted your head to the side in confusion, “What do you mean?” “I mean look at you. You look like a whale! Don’t know what Liam sees in you,” one of the girls sneer. “Danielle is so much better for him,” another girl comments. You can feel the tears drip down your face, “I’m sorry you feel that way.” You slowly walk away from them. Once you get far enough, one of the girls pushed you, causing you to spill all of the coffee. Liam saw the whole thing happen. He helps you up and makes his way towards the group of girls. “What you just did was unforgivable. Don’t you have any respect? She’s my girlfriend now. Not Danielle. Got that?” he says angrily. He rushes over to you, checking if you were okay, “Are you alright love? You didn’t get hurt right?” You nod pulling him in for a hug, “Just a few coffee stains, but I’m fine. Thanks for what happened back there.”
Niall: “I’ll be right out!” Niall says as he rushes inside Nando’s to get some food. You stayed outside, waiting for him. “Hey. That’s Niall’s girlfriend isn’t it?” you hear a couple of girls say. You look towards them and lightly wave. “I can get Niall to come out here for a second if you girls want pictures?” you nicely offer. The girls scoffed, “Who are you to come up here and talk to us?” “I just—I thought you girls wanted pictures with him,” you nervously reply. “You’re so ugly. I can barely stand here and look at you,” a girl comments, smacking her gum loudly. You were shaken up by the remarks they had made. One of the girls took their drink and spilt it all over your shirt, “Oops. Didn’t see you there!” You walk back to Nando’s and see Niall waiting for you. “What the fuck happened to you?” he worriedly asks, “Who did this?” Your cheeks grow hot and your eyes start to rim with tears, “Just some crazy fans. I’ll be fine. Let’s go home and eat.” Niall’s face reddens at the sight of the girls laughing at you. He angrily walks towards them. “You people are immature and absolutely revolting. You’re lucky I don’t call security on you. If you ever come near (Y/N). You’ll be sorry,” he rages.