Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

A Hand to Hold

Hi everyone!!

How are you all?

This chapter I've written is, well, kind of a little over the top (again) but I just wanna highlight how protective the boys are towards Y/N and how deeply they all care for her.

But yeah! I hope you all will like this chapter!

Happy reading, everyone!

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The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden light across the busy streets of the city. Y/N walked beside Zayn, her hand occasionally brushing against his as they moved through the lively crowd. She loved days like this—when they could slip away from the chaos of being in one of the world's most famous bands and just exist as normal people. Zayn's quiet nature complemented her own energy, and their easy conversations made the world feel a little less overwhelming.

"I can't believe you actually liked that painting," Zayn teased, gesturing toward the small gallery they'd just left.

Y/N gave him an exasperated look. "Zayn, it's modern art. You're supposed to feel it, not just look at it."

"I felt it, alright. I felt confused."

She laughed, nudging him lightly. "You wouldn't know good art if it hit you in the face."

He smirked, his dark eyes gleaming. "I'll remember that next time I'm sketching your portrait. Stick figures it is."

They reached a quaint café tucked between two larger buildings, the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting into the street. Zayn gestured toward the shop. "I'm parched. Stay here—I'll grab something for us."

"Surprise me," Y/N replied, leaning against the nearby lamppost as Zayn disappeared inside. She adjusted the strap of her bag and took a moment to soak in the sounds of the bustling city around her. But her peaceful moment was short-lived.

"Look who it is," a sharp voice called out.

Y/N turned, startled to see a young woman approaching her. The woman's face was twisted in a scowl, her eyes narrowing as she looked Y/N up and down.

"You think you're so special, don't you?" the woman sneered, stopping a few feet away.

Y/N frowned, her brows knitting together. "Excuse me?" Taken aback by the comment.

"You heard me," the woman snapped. "What makes you so special? Why do you get to be part of One Direction? You don't even belong there."

The hostility in her voice hit Y/N like a slap, though she tried to keep her composure. Her fingers tightened around her bag strap, and she straightened her posture. "I don't know what your problem is," Y/N said, her tone sharp but controlled. "But I don't have to explain myself to you."

"Oh, don't act all high and mighty," the woman hissed, stepping closer. "You're just a charity case. They pity you, and everyone knows it. You're dragging them down." She snickered.

Y/N's initial shock gave way to annoyance. She could handle criticism—it came with the territory of being in the spotlight—but the sheer audacity of this woman made her blood boil. She opened her mouth to retort when the slap came out of nowhere.

The sharp sting of the woman's hand connecting with her cheek was startling. Y/N staggered back, her hand flying to her face as pain radiated across her skin.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Y/N demanded, her voice rising in anger as she placed a hand on her burning cheek..

The woman didn't stop there. She shoved Y/N hard causing her to stumble, barely catching herself before falling to the pavement. Around them, people were starting to notice, murmurs of concern and confusion rippling through the growing crowd.