One Direction ~ BSM & BSF & DDM

Zayn (15) BSM - Help!

Y/n's older brother, Zayn, has been gone for four years now, and they've barely gotten to see each other in the flesh. Now, he's twenty-one years old and she's fifteen, and they're still as close as ever.

So, when Zayn invited Y/n to join him on tour for a week, she obviously did not waste the opportunity to see him. She wasn't sure what to expect, really, but one thing is for certain; she never expected to be swarmed by paparazzi and fans as badly as she was when they left the safety of their hotel.

Y/n was in a sea of people, being pushed and shoved on every side, blinded with big flashy cameras. She'd been walking down the street with Zayn and his bandmates, guarded by Paul and a couple other men. There hadn't been a security problem until a crowd made up of at least one hundred fans and paparazzi folk gathered around them and squished up closer and closer and eventually the boys, Y/n and their security were all torn apart and lost in the massive crowd.

"Zayn! Zayn, help me!" Y/n called for her brother pleadingly, unable to yell loud enough to be heard over the dozens of other voices. She turned her head in every direction, desperate to be in his safe embrace. "Zayn, where are you?! Paul, help! Zayn-" Y/n was cut off by someone quite large knocking her to the ground, causing her to yelp in surprise and pain. Too scared to get back up and fight through to h[wherever Zayn was, she gave up and crawled into a ball on the cold, hard ground. She tucked her knees to her chest and hid her face, wrapping her arms around her body.

Y/n panted and sniffled, frightened by the seemingly never-ending swarming of big, rough people. She decided she'd just have to wait it out, and ignore the arrogant paparazzi always tapping her shoulder for attention and giving her a headache with all their annoying, bright cameras. In less than five minutes of sitting on the ground, surrounded by so many people, Y/n began to panic. She didn't know if she'd get to find her brother, or if anyone would even find her. Y/n's heart started beating a million miles an hour, her breathing becoming shaky and shallow.

"Z- Zayn! Help! Where are you?!" She yelled in a final attempt to get his attention, or at this point, any of the boys' attention would be good, especially Paul's. "Zayn..." she whispered the last part, unable to breathe properly and much too swallowed by stress and anxiety to get any more words out. Y/n's cheeks were now wet with fast-flowing streams of hot tears, her body shivering and feeling weaker by the minute. She'd never experienced a panic attack before, but she was sure that's what was happening. Nevertheless, she couldn't stop it, no matter how hard she tried to tell herself that everything would be fine.

Several rude people attempted to grab at Y/n's shoulders, going as far as leaning down to get a photo of her and try to talk to her. She didn't understand how people could be so cruel; couldn't they see she needed to get out of there? Didn't anyone realize how freaked out she was, and how close to passing out from lack of air in her lungs? Suddenly, Y/n heard something that mad her lift her head a little. It was her brother's voice.

"Y/n!" A very muffled and distant shout came from somewhere in the flooded street of bodies. "Y/n! Where are you?!" Zayn!

"Zayn! I- I'm here!" Y/n gasped between breaths, still unable to stand and follow her brother's voice, though that was all she wanted to do. She kept calling out, hoping he'd hear her and make his way to where she was sitting. "Z- Zayn! Down he-re! Zayn-" Without warning, Y/n was yanked from the ground and held tightly against someone's chest. She screamed in terror, trashing around and pulling away from the person whose face she couldn't see.

"Hey, hey relax! It's me, Y/n. It's me!" Zayn assured her, not letting go of her despite the hard punches she'd thrown his way. When Y/n realized who had picked her up, she immediately dove further into his embrace, gripping his t-shirt so tight her knuckles went white. "You're okay, Y/n. You're okay, I've got you now..." Zayn constantly whispered calming things in Y/n's ear as she sobbed with relief and tried to catch her breath again. Zayn took note of her terrified, distraught state and got so furious he quite literally elbowed and nudged his way through the paparazzi, quickly finding the band's awaiting car whilst making sure he didn't hurt any struggling fans. Soon enough, he got to the car and pulled himself and Y/n inside, Paul getting in behind them and shutting and locking the door. The driver still couldn't go anywhere, due to the car being in the middle of the crazy commotion, but at least now they were all away from all the bodies.

Y/n was still clutching her brother and crying silently into his chest, slowly getting to breathe properly again as Zayn held her close and the boys all reassured her. One thing was for sure now; Y/n was either never going on tour again, or she needed extra security for herself at all times.