Harry:
"Can you PLEASE stop knocking on my door?" Harry calls out the window of you two's flat. It's been swarmed with paparazzi, not even fans, PAPARAZZI.
"My girlfriend is sick and she's trying to sleep and it's impossible with a bunch of people shouting and snapping photos right outside." The paparazzi completely ignore his mini speech and keep snapping photos. You cough and peer out the window sleepily with annoyance.
"It's one thing to be annoying ass holes, but having no consideration for some people, especially when she's sick..." Harry mumbles to himself, walking to the front door.
"Harry-" you warn, knowing something's about to go down.
"Shh, don't worry, I'm going to fix this," he calls behind him, opening the front door and stepping outside. You watch from the window as the events unfold.
"Excuse me, YOU, guy with the red hair?" Harry points to the guy who'd been banging on the door. The other paparazzi had been considerate enough to stand a few feet back, but this guy just wouldn't stop. The red-haired guy kept snapping photos, ignoring Harry.
"Why don't you bring your slut outside so we can get more pictures, Styles?" the guy chuckles coldly. Harry crosses his arms and leans against the door frame.
"Huh, what a clever thing to say," Harry says sarcastically.
"You're obviously not very bright. No wonder your job is just taking pictures." The other paparazzi 'OOOOOH' and snap away like a proper audience. You laugh from the window and shake your head.
"That coming from a boy who just sings and fucks that slut (Y/N) for a living? Ha!" the red-haired man replies, stepping right up to Harry's face, spitting his words. Losing himself in the moment of cold anger, Harry pushes the guy square in the chest, sending him a few steps back.
"Get out of here right NOW," Harry says firmly, his face going red.
"That didn't work the first time, won't work this time," the red-haired guy laughs, snapping another photo. Harry punches the guy right in the jaw angrily, then turns on his heel and heads back inside.
"Don't think they'll be bothering you anymore," he says finally.
"I'll go make you soup, okay?" You nod slowly, surprised how he went from sexy bad ass defensive mode to sweet and caring Harry.
Niall:
"Please stop following us guys..." Niall rolls his eyes as you two walk hand-in-hand back to your flat. The paparazzi had been following you for the past four blocks, but one with black hair in particular was pushing the limits. Every few steps he would jump in front of you to snap a picture, then laugh as he caught your expression. Step, step, step. Boom! The guy jumps right in front of you, snapping a picture quickly and you nearly trip over him.
"Dude, seriously? Can you stop?" Niall pulls you closer and shoots the guy what he'd hoped was an angry glare, which actually looks cute and not threatening, but you don't point that out.
"Um, no? This is my job?" the guy replies, rolling his eyes and snapping another.
"Your job is taking pictures, not being an ass hole," Niall replies simply. You shake your head, hoping this doesn't escalate.
"Well maybe I wouldn't have to be an ass hole if you and your dumb ass girlfriend would let me take a proper photo," the guy replies, leaning close to Niall's face and snapping another picture. Without warning, Niall grabs the guy's wrists and twists them back, pinning the guy against the wall. Where did he learn that? You watch wide-eyed as Niall leans close to the guys face.
