You get him cleaned up after a fight.
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."
