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»→9 You get him cleaned up after a fight .

Harry:"Ow!" Harry shouted as you continued to wipe blood off. You both were currently in the bathroom, while you sat on the counter, he stood in between your legs. "I'm sorry babe, I just don't want it to get infected." You cooed, wiping some of his loose curls away from his face. You dug through the medicine box, searching for another cloth, and pouring rubbing alcohol on it. "Okay, this is going to sting. But, I really need to you to stay still so I don't get it in your eye." You muttered, placing it on a cut above his eye. "Why'd ya hit him?" "He was making dirty comments about you, nobody says that about you but me." You giggled, pressing harder to the wound making him wince. "Thank you harry .,thank you very much ."

Niall:"I'm sorry." He mumbled, watching you intently clean up his cuts and bruises. "Why are you sorry?" You smirked, stopping only to stare into his ocean blue eyes. "I ruined our date. That was our first date, and I had to go punch a guy. Jeez, I gotta ruin everything." You scoffed, and brushed a few strands of hair out of his clouded eyes. "You didn't ruin anything, that 'date' showed me that you aren't afraid to fight for something. Which I find incredibly attractive ." "Really?" "Yeah," You uttered, feeling yourself lean into his pink lips before pulling away. "Let me get ice for ya eye, yeah?"

Louis:"Lou, why did you hit him?" You asked, cuddling up to him on the bed. As he pressed a ice bag to his swollen eye. "He was being a fucking prick, that's why. Thinks he can wolf whistle at you like your a piece of meat." You sighed, rolling your eyes. You eventually placed your hand on top of his, and rubbed his hands soothingly. Forcing a smile, "Thank you love, for everything tonight even though you had to punch somebody." "Aye!" He chuckled, "He was asking for it."

Liam:"Stay still." You whined with a giggle as Liam squirmed under your touch. "Your hands are cold." He chuckled, Liam was still drunk. After many shots at the club he decided to punch a guy in the throat, which is why blood is dripping down his chin onto his shirt. "You're such a idiot." You smiled, forcing his head towards your hands. "Am I bleeding?!" He screeched once he noticed the napkin in your hand covered in blood from his mouth. "Oh my gosh, I'm dying! I'm dying!" Laughing your caressed his cheeks, "You're not dying, Li."

Zayn:You continued to wipe of his bloody nose from a fight he got into with a pap. "Damn, Zayn." You uttered, still wiping off blood. Sighing at the look of his white shirt. "You just had to hit him back!" You yelled. "What did you expect me to do? Sit there and take it!" He shot back, hopping off the kitchen counter. "No! But I expected you to be a man and walk away!" "I get hate all the damn time, (y/n)! I wasn't going to let you see that side of fame, I was trying to protect you!" He screamed, raging. "I know, I'm sorry. I love you." "I love you too."