One direction imagines/preferences

Fighting for love

"Your so ugly u should go bury yourself alive"

"Zayn doesn't deserve you cunt"

"Go cut yourself"

"Fat whale"

All the fans tweeted you everyday. It just made you more in secure by the hours that passed.

Tears spilled down you cheek. You actually were beautiful, but the fans didn't want Zayn to have you.

"Back off! She is my beautiful girl!" Zayn tweeted to the angry fans.

"Oh I'm so sorry Zayn but I don't think she actually likes you. She probably only wants the fame!" They tweeted.

This fight between Zayn and the fans were going on right now and he was half way across the country.

"No I don't want him for the fame. I love Zayn and I love his fans but please just stop hating I love Zayn and he loves me nothing will go in between that," I tweeted.

Several tweets came back.

"Liar!"

"Cunt"

"Bitch"

"He hates you"

"No one likes you,"

"No one could ever love you sick bas****"

"Cut he some slack guys Zayn loves we and she loves him leave the beautiful couple alone!"

"Yeah leave them alone"

"No"

"She's ugly Zayn doesn't deserve her,"

"Yeah she's just a player hater,"

I couldn't take it anymore I shut the computer off.

Crawling up in the corner of my bed I cried. Shallow tears spilling of my cheeks landing in my lap.

Sad tears.

Angry tears.

Alone tears.

Confused tears.

Different sorts of tears.

Trying to wipe them away I realized it was pointless.

I walked over to the bathroom. I slid down the wall and covered my head in my knees.

10 missed calls from zayn.

34 messages from zayn

10 voice mails from zayn.

I ignored all of them.

*knock knock*

Shoot.

I quickly wiped away the tears and ran down the stairs.

I opened the door a crack.

Zayn was on my door step with sweats on and a t shirt. He had roses in his hand. And Chinese in the other.

"(Y/N)?"

He said.

"Z-Zayn?" I barely made out the words.

He pushed the door open and dropped the stuff. He engulfed me in a tight warm hug.

"I love you so much don't you ever listen to them," he soothed running fingers through my hair.

"Zayn it's way...way to much I can't handle it," I sobbed.

I pulled away and he looked hurt, "what do you mean?" He asked clearly worried.

"I have to let you go, Zayn I love you and I will always love you forever and ever if it weren't for the fans, I would be with you every second I can get but-but Zayn it's to much!" I yelled. I jumped in his arms and kissed him with passion for I knew that was going to be the last time I felt his lips on mine.

I quickly ran up stairs and packed my bags.

"You can't be doing this to me," he mumbled putting his forehead against the wall.

"I have to,"

He cupped my face, "please stay I love you," he chocked on his words as he cried giving me hug.

I tried my hardest to pull away. I couldn't bring my self to it I loved him to much.

Finally I pulled away.

"I love you," and with that I was gone.

I got in my car. Zayn running after me. My vision was to blurry I didn't see we're I was going.

Then my mind was black.....

"I'm in love with you and all your little things," I heard a familiar voice sing.

Zayn. I fluttered my eyes open.

Zayn had puffy eyes and choked on his words as he sang.

"Your awake? Boo?," he called.

I tied to talk.

"Zayn?" I wisper.

"(Y/N)?"

"I miss you and thank you for coming back, but I'm not feeling like I can survive this," I choked.

"Zayn I love you," I told him.

I closed my eyes.

Last thing I remember was screaming and yelling "DOCTOR!"

"She was awake Is she gonna make it,"

"I'm sorry,"

"Wait outside"

"No"

The voices drifted off then came back so all of the sentences were from different times.

*beep beep beep*

"Listen to your heart,"

"She's to still,"

"Mate she will be alright,"

"I love her,"

More conversation.

I quickly opened my eyes and say straight up. A sharp pain shot through my chest. "Ow," I screeched high pitched.

"Lay down sweat heart," said a nurse then she left the room.

"Baby? Baby are you awake?" Zayn asked playing with my fingers.

"Yeah,"

"Oh thank heavens,"

"I'm sorry" I said,

"No baby it wasn't your fault,"

"Actually fans have been apologizing and sending you the best," he chuckled.

"I'm not going to leave you," I told him.

He smiled and kissed my nose.

"Forever," I smiled at him.

"I promise to love you forever," he said firmly to me.

He has never broke that promise.