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Preferences- Coming Home Hurt... (Inspired by HazzasCurls19)

You Come Home Hurt

Zayn: You walk in the door to his flat, shaking, bruises covering everything that's visible and more.

"Zayn..." You call out, trembling. "Zaynie..." He comes out, and sees you covered in blacks and purples.

"Oh my fucking God, what happened to you?" Zayn asked quickly, as he laid you down on the couch. You shook harshly, then completely lost it. "Did the fans attack you again?"

"Yes..." He laid a kiss on the only part of your hand that wasn't bruised, then went into the kitchen, to get you some warm towels. He came back, and laid one across each of your arms, one across each of your legs, and the warmest one across your forehead.

"I swear, those girls..." He whipped out his phone, and Tweeted about this. "I swear, if anyone lays a hand on my girlfriend again, I will be speaking to them personally. She came home covered in bruises, and shaking! Totally unacceptable for fans to do! My God, guys, show some damn respect." He put his phone away, then focused on you once more. "Deep breaths, relax...that's my girl."

Niall: He flipped out as you walked into his flat shaking, soaking wet, with scrapes covering your face, arms, and hands. Your shirt was ripped, your hair was messy and matted down, and your stomach appeared to be bleeding, by the blood on your shirt.

"Holy crap, what happened?" Niall exclaimed, as he came running to you. He wrapped his hand around your waist, and lead you into the bathroom to get cleaned up.

"It all started when I got pounded by water balloons. I fell on the concrete, and slid for about a meter, skin shredding off as I went."

"Did anyone mean to?"

"I'm sure not, I mean, it was hot, and I'm sure that they just wanted to cool me off. They didn't mean for me to slip."

"Ok, that's all that I need to know." He got you changed into some clean clothes, then cleaned up your body from all of the scrapes. He called Louis right after, and told him what had happened to his girlfriend.

Liam: He turned from his game of Fifa as you walked in, covered with bruises and blood. You walked into the bathroom, and managed to clean your face before you fell to the floor in pain with a crash. He ran in to see you crumbled on the floor, blood getting on the carpet from your legs, arms, and face.

"No, no, no! Babe! Answer me, are you alright?" He panicked.

"Ugh, no." You managed to say, trying to roll to face him.

"Don't move anymore, I'm going to call Niall, and tell him to get over here. We'll take you to the hospital." He called Niall, and freaked out to him. "Niall, get over here! Janel's hurt!" Within seconds, Niall was rapping on the door quickly. Liam ran to answer it, and lead Niall to you in the bathroom.

"Oh my God, Janel, what happened to you?" Niall screamed.

"C'mon, help me get her in the car, and then I'll take her to the hospital." Niall and Liam both lifted you, and carried you out to the car, not caring if your blood stained their shirts. Laying you across the back seat of Liam's car, he sped you to the hospital, only to be diagnosed with several breaks in your ankles and arms...and a hell lot of scrapes and lost blood.

Louis: "Oh. My. God! What. Happened. To. You???" He yelled frantically, racing to find you a seat. You looked like you had came out of a fight, and that's exactly what happened.

"I got in a fight with someone, because they threatened you." You trembled. He ran you into the bathroom, sitting you on the counter.

"No. One. Touches. You! You. Hear?" He sounded pissed, and with good reason.