Ashton: "Mate, Y/N' s ass looks so good in those jeans." Niall told him and Ashton immediately stiffened, his ora doing a complete 360. He didn't even respond to him. Ashton furrowed his eye brows watching you walk around the room. "Oh hi Niall." You smiled at him, sitting down next to Ashton, who's face was turning red from being so mad. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you as close as possible. Ashton was never one to cause conflict or escalate drama, but when someone would even think about hitting on you, it was a different story. Niall nudged his arm, smirking and wiggling hi eyebrows. Ashton head never turned so quickly, "Back off. Alright Niall?" He sounded calm, but deep down his blood was boiling. Niall's face went white, never seeing him so mad. He didn't respond, just got up and walked away, afraid that Ashton would rip his face off.
Michael: He was very protective of you. So when you bent over, giving Harry a good view of your breasts, he was in no way having it. He saw the look in Harry's eyes and the smirk that grew on his face from the sight. "Really Harry?" The anger in his voice even made you look at him with wide eyes. "What?" Harry asked as if he didn't even realize what he just did. "I saw you looking at her boobs." Michael crossed his arms over his chest and Harry stood from the couch. You stayed standing by the coffee table, not sure whether to run for cover or stay and watch. "I uh" "Harry I watched you with my own eyes. You literally were about to start drooling." Harry ran a hand through his hair, "Sorry, I just-" "You were just being a perv? Yeah I know." "I'll just go now..." "Yeah," Michael laughed dryly, "that's probably a good idea." He walked out of your house, avoiding eye contact with both you and Michael.
Luke: Louis didn't realize he was standing right behind him when he said it. "Did you see Y/N today? I'd like to see how she moves in the bedroom." He laughed at the end, but Zayn nudged his shoulder, making him turn around to see Luke not looking too happy. "Shit sorry mate, didn't know you were right behind me." "Wouldn't of stopped you from saying it though, would it?" Louis just looked at the ground and Zayn stood next to him awkwardly. Luke didn't say more. He pushed past the two and found your dancing figure in the crowd. "Y/N let's go we're leaving." He said, pulling on your arm to get you out of Louis' view. "But I was having fun! Why are we leaving?" You were upset he was making you leave. Luke didn't reply though as he pulled you to the exit shoot one last glance in Louis' direction. "Because, I don't like other guys looking at what's only mine."
Calum: "Hahah! That was a good one! I'm gonna go get a drink, anyone else?" You asked, standing from the couch. Liam shook his head and so did Calum. You walked off to the side of the dressing room where the table of drinks was. Liam tapped Calum' s leg, "You got yourself a nice fit one don't ya? I bet-" "You bet nothing because that's my girlfriend your talking about dude." He emphasized the "my" and Liam shut his mouth. He knew how good looking you were and didn't need someone else telling him. "I didn't mean-" Calum cut him off again, "I don't care what you meant, you're done talking about my girlfriend and how fit she is." Liam threw his hands up in defense. He had never seen Calum so angry, an honestly neither had you. When you walked back over, Liam had gotten up shooting you a sympathetic smile. You sat down, leaning against Calum's side. You knew he was mad, but there was no way you were going to have him relive that moment.
