Y/N had stopped fighting in the underground per the request of her girlfriends. After the whole fiasco which got her the four girls, she promised them that she wouldn't put herself in danger anymore. Well, that all came back to haunt her.
Paul, the girls manager, and Y/N were out one day, getting food for the girls while they recorded when it happened. They were walking into the studio when a group of guys surrounded them. "Uh, hi fellas. What can we do for you?" Paul asked. One of the guys pointed at Y/N. "We have business to discuss with her. Y/N, we haven't seen you in the ring in a while, why is that?" Y/N rolled her eyes. "Because James, I made a promise to not fight anymore. And now, I don't need your dirty cash."
James chuckled. "Who did you promise? Your dead parents? Your four pop star girlfriends? Y/N, give me a break. You know and I know that they don't care about you. So just drop the act. You signed a contract, and within that contract, you know that you aren't allowed to leave my club unless you are dead. And considering the fact that you are still very much alive, I suggest you come back to the club or there will be hell to pay."
Y/N glared at the man. "Paul, go back to the girls. I have some trash to take out." Paul shook his head when a guy roughly grabbed him and pushed him inside the building. Once inside, Paul ran to the front desk and grabbed the phone.
Outside, Y/N took her stance as the first guy charged at her which she easily dodged. The second guy caught her off guard and got a couple of good hits on her, causing her nose to start bleeding. The first guy came to his senses and got up and began whaling on Y/N, allowing the second guy to join him. Y/N tried to fight back but to no avail.
James kneeled next to a bloody and bruised Y/N and smirked. "You know what? I don't want you in my club anymore. Obviously you aren't as good as you used to be. Have a nice life Y/N." He spit in her face before him and his guys got in their car and sped off. Y/N laid there until Paul came running out. "The cops heard everything and have all the info they need. We need to get you patched up. Let's go."
The girls sat in their reserved room trying to come up with lyrics but to no avail because they were hungry. Jade sighed loudly. "Where is our food? I am starving!" As if on cue, Paul busted in basically carrying a bloody and bruised Y/N.
The girls gasped as Paul laid Y/N on the couch and searched for the first aid kit as the girls surrounded their girlfriend. "What happened?" Perrie looked at Paul. "A group of guys from some club apparently is pissed at her and him and some guys jumped her for abandoning them?"
Jesy sprang up. "What?!" Paul found the first aid kit and gave it to Y/N who took it with a wince. The other three began to help her as Jesy paced the room angrily. "We need to call the cops. Our baby is hurt!" Paul stopped the pacing. "I called the cops, gave them all the info they needed. They shoved me into the building when the fight started. I gave them names and license plate information."
Jesy went to respond but Y/N whimpering in pain stopped her. She instantly went to Y/N's side, shushing her. "Shh baby, it's okay. Squeeze my hand if you need to." Y/N grabbed Jesy's hand and squeezed as the other three girls cleaned her worst wound.
Jesy was very protective over Y/N. Even before they all started dating. Jesy felt like protecting Y/N was her duty. Even though she was taller and stronger than all the girls, Jesy saw her as tiny. Y/N leaned into Jesy's embrace as the other three girls finished up and cuddled around the two.
Perrie kissed Y/N's head. "You good bub? Do you need anything?" Y/N shook her head and yawned. "No, maybe a nap though. Fighting wears me out." The girls looked at each other and nodded. Perrie began singing "The Cure" as the other girls joined in. Y/N nodded her head along to the song as she began to drift off. By the time they finished the song, Y/N was out cold. The girls smiled at the sight. Leigh-Anne got up to record her parts as Y/N snuggled into Jesy and Jade.
Paul sat and watched the whole thing. He was happy the girls were finally happy, and he was even more glad that Y/N was the source of the happiness.
