Harry: "I wasn't going to hit him at first-but then he said-well you heard him. I don't want to repeat it." He finishes his voice a small whisper as he whimpers against the cool towel that is wiping up his blood.
Louis: "You didn't think I was going to do it did you?" He asks confidently, "I told you I would always protect you-and you needed protecting, plain and simple." He doesn't care that he's a little bruised now, just that you're safe.
Liam: "You can say it. Go on." You stop walking to turn your head towards him, confused. "Tell me that it was hot. Taking that guy down, you know you liked it." He smirks clearly pleased with himself.
Niall: "I've never punched anybody before." He whispers, taking his shaking hands in yours. "I didn't think I could even do it to be honest. But I'm glad I did-well not glad-but I wouldn't of had it another way."
Zayn: "I love you. I didn't-I did it for you." He scared that he's just scared you away, that's it, his bad boy persona getting in the way again. "I want to protect you, and I'm not scared of a little blood either."
