Prompt: Can u please do zouis in the bar fight rumor thing and Lou gets hurt but zayn helps him.
A/N: I hadn’t heard about the bar fight rumor but it seems like a good prompt so I decided to write it.
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It had been three hours since Zayn had last seen Louis. Given the packed club and pounding music he could see why the older lad was missing. He was catching glimpses of Niall and Harry in the throbbing crowd on the dance floor but not Louis. Louis was nowhere to be found.
“Still worried about him?” Liam asked as he caught Zayn biting his lip for the eighth time.
“You know how he is when he’s gotten even a little pissed.” Zayn said.
Before Liam could respond there was a commotion at the end of the bar. Zayn was on his feet and moving toward it almost in the same moment Liam was climbing out of his seat. Zayn pushed and shoved his way through the crowd to reach the bar where Harry was now standing with a disheveled Niall and bleeding Louis.
“Lou” Zayn let out a squeak of panic as he caught sight of the blood in the corner of Louis’s eye and mouth along with the dribble from his nose.
” ‘M fine” Louis said, wiping at his mouth.
“No you’re not. You’re bleeding” Zayn snatched a wad of napkins from the bar and dragged Louis toward the exit. “We’ll see you lads at the hotel”
Louis didn’t complain as Zayn hailed a taxi and shoved him into it. The entire ride back to the hotel amounted to bloody napkins being pressed to a split lip between worried fretting and relieved sighs.
“Zayn, please. I’m fine” Louis shoved Zayn’s fingers away as they climbed out of the car.
“Louis William Tomlinson you are NOT fine. You’re hurt and your eye is probably going to bruise and you are an idiot for making me worry about you anyway!” Zayn snapped as they hurried into the elevator.
“It was just a fight, Zay. Nothing happened” Louis reassured him even as blood dripped into his eye.
“When we get to our room you are sitting down and letting me fix those cuts before staying in with me for the rest of the night. How pissed are you anyway?” Zayn texted Liam a warning to keep an eye on Niall and Harry before shoving his phone in his jacket pocket and grabbing his key card.
“Just had a few shots” Louis shrugged as Zayn pulled him down the hallway to their room.
“Shots of what?!” Zayn spun to face Louis three doors down from their own.
“Not sure” Louis grinned as Zayn’s face fell.
“YOU MORON YOU COULD HAVE BEEN DRUGGED AND KIDNAPPED AND FUCKING RAPED!” Zayn shoved Louis into their room and locked the deadbolt behind them.
“I wasn’t though. You were there to save me” Louis perched on the edge of the bed while Zayn retrieved a wet washcloth and some sort of salve for his face.
“What if I wasn’t there?” Zayn asked as he gently wiped the blood from Louis’s eyes. “What if I couldn’t play hero” Zayn massaged the salve into the cut by Louis’s eye.
“You always are, Zay. Like a fretting mother hen..more so than Liam” Louis smiled gently as Zayn finished playing doctor.
“You’re still in trouble” Zayn muttered as Louis wrapped his arms around him.
“sure” Louis kissed Zayn’s cheek before falling back on the bed.
