One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

You Fighting //Niall//

Ever since Niall made it public that he was dating you, his fans were constantly harassing you. You would think that since the band was no longer in the public eye you would be able to go about your buisness. Nope. That was not the case. People were fueled even more to catch glimpses of Niall and even you.
"How do you deal with all of this?" Your friend Tami asked you as she stared past you out of the yogurt shop, to the paparazzi standing outside. You shrugged your shoulder, shoving a spoon of your frozen yogurt into your mouth.
"It's annoying," You frown glancing behind you. "They never leave me alone and I'm not even the famous one." You complain to her. Tami shook her head, laughing slightly.
"Girl, it don't matter. You're famous now since you're dating Niall." She tells you, pursing her lips a bit. You rolled your eyes, finishing the last of the frozen treat.
"I know..." You let out a sigh, "Are you ready to leave? Being in here is getting me tight." Your friend nods her head in agreement, gathering her things. The two of you stood up, throwing away your trash on the way out.
"Y/n! Y/n! Are you engaged to Niall?" One of the paparazzi asked you. You ignored him, keeping your head down. Your friend stood close to you, latching onto your arm as the lights from the camera was blinding you both.
"Y/n are you the reason that one direction is taking a break?" You raised a brow at that question.
"Are they always like this?" Tami whispers to you. You nod your head, taking your car keys out.
"Y/n!" You felt someone tug on your arm, pulling you away from Tami.
"Hey, get your hands off of me." You growled when you realized it was one of the paparazzi. "Don't ever put your hand on me." You said calmly as you pointed a finger at him. The guy held his hand up, taking a step back, but then proceeded to take pictures of you. You turn around to unlock the car door when you felt a light tap on your bum. Are you serious right now? Without even thinking you turned around and slapped the guy in the face. The echo of the slap was loud, when you retracted your hand you could see the red hand print forming on the guy's face. Good, you thought as you quickly got into the car with your friend, driving away.
"That was crazy." She breathes out. You gripped the steering wheel tightly. You were so irked about the entire situation.
"Crap, maybe I shouldn't gave done that. They're going to twist what just happened around." You voiced your fear. Tami shook her head and started typing on her phone.
"Don't worry about it. I got you."
Later on that night when you got home, Niall sat on the couch. His legs were propped up on the coffee table, his hands resting behind his head, with his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
"Had fun with Tami?" He sits up when he sees you enter the room. You nod your head, taking off your heels.
"Yeah, until I had to get physical with a paparazzi." You explain to him. You walked over to him, plopping down on his lap. You quickly peck his lips in greeting.
"Why'd you get physical?" He wonders, wrapping his arms around you.
"One of them slapped my ass."
"What?!"