One Direction Preferences

Preference 48- A Fan Insults You, (LOUIS&ZAYN.)

A Fan Insults You:

Louis: You run around backstage desperate to find Louis's dressing room before he goes on stage, you eventually reach the barrier that leads off into a separate hallway, that's where all the boys are. Obviously, like every other place in the building, it's surrounded by security, and some lucky fans that have gotten backstage passes. As you approach the security you start to walk past them, only to have one of them put their hand out in front you, stopping you from going any further. When you realise what they're doing you roll your eyes, "No, you don't understand, I'm Louis's girlfriend." You try to reason with them but they don't have any of it. While you stand there arguing with the security guards you hear a girl, presumably one of the fans, snigger behind you. You turn around at the sound of the entertained laugh, "what's funny?" You ask her. She laughs again, walking towards you. She looks just a few years younger; she doesn't scare you in the slightest. "It would be funny if the guard actually let you in, I mean, look at you. They would have to be blind to think of you as Louis Tomlinson's girlfriend." After finishing she does the same snigger as you heard before. She's just called you ugly, this is the first time you've gotten hate to your face, you've gotten it over the Internet but never to your face. At this time Louis comes bursting out through the guards, pulling you away from the fan that's sneering at you, wanting to say much more but now that Louis's here she has to limit her words. "Louis, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say that, I was just kidding, she's beautiful, honestly." She tries to make it seem like she's the innocent one but Louis heard all of it. "Of course you did." He mutters, taking you by the arm back through the security guards into his dressing room. Leaving everyone to be baffled by what just happened. "You okay?" Louis asks as soon as the door shuts, you nod, doing your best to hold your tears back. You succeed and you keep them bottled up inside you, which isn't the best, but you can cry at a better time. "Fine." You say bluntly, nodding your head. He kisses you, then hugs you before taking your hand and walking over to the side of the stage with the rest of the boys, on the way out as he walks past the fans he's sure to squeeze your hand tight and keep giving you kisses to show the fans how much you mean to him.

Zayn: After a long day shopping Zayn and yourself are quite hungry. He takes you both to the nearest restaurant, which is Nandos, and you both get a table next to a group of hyper teenagers. As soon as you sit down one of them squeals as she realises that Zayn Malik is sat right next to them. Zayn realises that they're fans and turns to say hi to them, "holy shit." You hear one of them whisper with a shaky breath. You smile to yourself, knowing that he makes people happy enough to nearly faint. You start to skim through the menu, looking at all the choices. When Zayn knows what he wants he asks you, "made your mind up yet?" he asks you with a smile, showing off his teeth. You happily tell him your order and he gives you a peck on the cheek before getting up to go and place your order. As soon as he leaves the table the girl that you noticed staring at you earlier comes and moves closer to you. "What did you order?" She asks, keeping her face straight, a serious, yet majestic expression on her face. You tell her your order and she laughs, "fatty." She says then shuffles back over to her friends, her friends ask what she said and she tells them, this causes the whole group to erupt in fits of laughter. You pull your cardigan tighter around you, all your insecurities coming to your surface, on show for everyone. One after the other the girls taunt you, "can't believe Zayn likes a hippo like you." Another one scoffs, after another several insults you get up from the table and walk out, Zayn just about to get to the counter but as soon as he sees you fleeing the restaurant he follows. "(Y/N)?" He calls after you, catching up to you quick. You stop walking and Zayn slams into the back of you. "What's the matter?" He spins you round so you're facing him, your tear filled eyes on show to him. "What happened?" he asks again but you stay quiet, "(Y/N), please tell me." He craves for an answer but all the words you want to say get swallowed back up. You force them out; you don't want them to stay in you. "The girls, the one's who were sat next to you, as soon as you got up they started calling me fat and ugly, loud enough so that people who were sat near us started to look and laugh because I was just getting openly insulted." You try not to let your voice shake when you're explaining because you don't want to show that you're being weak. Zayn sees straight through you though, like sun rays beaming through a window. He knows that the girls got to you, hence the reason you got up and left. "I'm sorry boo." He whispers before hugging you. He then realises that you're in a public place so he hurries you both back to the car where he drives home and makes you tea, not letting you leave his side until he's made you forget about the girls. Every once in a while when there was an uncomfortable silence in the room he would pull you really close to him and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. His warm breath sending tingles down your spine. All you do is cuddle closer to him and let him engulf you into his hug.

**Okay guys, im doing this one in parts because I really wanted to update so you guys have sometime, because I would feel bad if I didn't update when I said I would this morning. But remember when that fan was at their meet and greet in America and Zayn held her hand and she fainted? I laughed for ten minutes straight when I watched that, bless her! Does anyone have any other ideas for the other lads on how you could get insulted, if you do, INBOX me them, don't comment your ideas because people will steal. If you help me with the idea I'll dedicate the preference to you! 8+votes for the next part!:D**