Fucking dickheads.' I yelled at no one in particular when I carried my unconscious girlfriend in the hotel lobby of the place we were staying at. 'Liam and Zayn are handling it. Is she alright?' I heard Harry say behind me, while I placed her on one of the big couches in the lobby. 'She's fucking not okay.' I growled while I lightly tapped her cheek to get her to wake up for me. 'Those morons wouldn't move. They know she's not good with big crowds. And still they didn't fucking move!' I felt so angry and frustrated, that I for once wished I wasn't part of this world wide known boy band. But that feeling quickly washed away when I realized I wouldn't even have met her if I didn't auditioned for X factor years ago. 'Y/N. Baby. Com'n... Open your eyes.' I softly said to her, while some random lady brought a cold towel to cool her down. She was extremely warm to the touch, so it might probably help. Her eyelids finally started to flutter and when her eyes met mine, my temper slightly decreased. 'I'm so sorry for that.' I caressed her cheek and kissed her lips. It felt good to have her kissing me back. 'Not your fault, Lou.' She mumbled, exhausted from what just had happened. And before I could call her wrong, we were interrupted by a worried Liam and a furious Zayn storming in the lobby, immediately checking if she was okay. And thank God she was.
