One Direction Preferences

#47: He gets in a fight for you

Niall: "Why the hell would you do that?" your voice is sharp,f ull of anger as you see him make his way out trough the crowded club. Your hand is tightly gripped in his, forcing you to catch the speed his legs are achieving. "Listen to me", blue in his eyes is almost lost under the cover of rage which still didn’t disappear even though he seemed to release everything he was feeling on some man’s face. "I had to do it. You didn’t hear what did he say about you. I did it for you", he seems a bit calmer as he wraps both of his arms around you pulling you in a hug.

Zayn: Once out of the club, he’s standing in front of you, fists tightened making the knuckles turn white, almost unrecognizable color under the cover of blood gathered around them. Even though it is pitch black, you still managed to see how his eyes almost matched the dark color of the background. He’s pissed to no end and you can tell it by the way his height is towering over you, intimidatingly so. And when you ask him why the hell would he do that,all he lets out is a dark chuckle followed by a deep, raspy, almost unrecognizable voice. ”I’d be crazy if I let anyone talk like that about you.”

Louis: "Louis, stop it!" you yelled, hand catching hold on his elbow in desperate attempt to stop his tightened fist to punch the guy once more. He takes a quick look on a man  -the one he successfully knocked out a moment before - and turned around, vein still visible on his forehead as he takes your hand in his dragging you out of the crowded room. He finally looks at you, eyes cold, and features still looking tight. "I will never let anyone talk about you like that. Never."

Liam: Dirty, grey fabric of his shirt is swiftly pulled up leaving him shirtless. He ignores your questionable look as you gently brush wet clot over his bloody lower lip making him wince. You slowly cleaned a skin of his knuckles getting rid of some blood that probably wasn’t even his. ”You know”, he starts after few minutes of silence, ”I’m glad that I did it. That guy was a dick. I would be crazy if I let someone talk about you that way.”

Harry:  His height is towering, almost intimidating as he blocks your body with his own not allowing you to see anything but clenched muscles tightened under tight shirt. ”Leave her alone”, voice is sharp, vibrating through his chest as he hisses at the guy standing in front of him.You still can’t earn enough courage to watch anywhere else; your eyes are fixed to his back as muscles tighten once more, fist tightening, and before you know it, his hand is slammed to his face pushing him against the nearest wall.