One Shot Series 3

Overprotective

"Justin, please, it's-"

"I'm gonna rip their fucking heads off!" Justin snarled and it was a little scary, it had been a long time since Demi had seen her usually chilled out boyfriend so furious. He was actually moving towards the doors, back out where the crazy mob and the fucking paps were and Demi rushed forward, biting back a whimper in her throbbing leg to do so. Jaden was by Justin's side too, wordless and obviously just as angry, but a little calmer.

Demi had been hoping that Justin would be a little more composed. He hadn't said a word since Demi went down and disappeared under the heads and bodies of the huge mob forming and once Justin and Alfredo had got her back on her feet and practically carried her inside, she was hoping Justin would've dropped it and they would've pressed on once Demi was back and safe. Apparently, she was wrong.

"Justin, it's okay, I'm-"

"It's not fucking okay, Demi!" Justin snapped, turning around and cheeks and the rims of his eyes bright red. "They-They can't-" he huffed like an angry tiger, trying to calm himself down enough to just speak. "They can't do that to you, Demi, they can't- they're not allowed to touch you!"

And it wasn't even a protective, possessive boyfriend thing, he was right. The paps were, by law, not allowed to lay a finger on them. They'd done much more than that tonight. Luckily, the fans didn't add to it. In fact, when the ones closest to them saw the pap grab Demi's arm and yank her until she fell, they all shrieked and started swatting and smacking her, scolding her and demanding he let her go.

"I know, but it's- they didn't-" she didn't really know what to say, or what she was even trying to say, wasn't really sure why she was trying to defend them. She figured it was mostly her trying to talk Justin down so they could just get to the hotel and pop in a Wii game so they could see Za's little avatar and then go to bed.

"Demi, he's right, they can't touch you," Za said, speaking for the first time since they'd gotten inside, though the look on his face had said enough.

"I know, but- he was just trying to do his job, I mean-"

"His job, if you want to call it that, is to take pictures of us," Justin growled. "Not put their hands on us and especially you." Justin's glare lifted just enough so that glimmer of worry was visible in his eyes. "Y-You have your anxiety and claustrophobia and-"

"Look, Justin, they don't see a difference between me or Alfredo or Jaden or Za or you," Demi said, frowning. "We're money to them, they don't know or care about circumstances. Za has asthma, too."

"I know, but..." Justin trailed off, face defeated and looking like he wanted to say more but didn't know how. Demi knew what she wanted to say.

They can't touch Demi. They can't touch Justin's baby.

Demi sighed, walking (limping, hoping Justin wouldn't notice, but saw out of the corner of his eye that Za definitely did and he did not look happy) over to Justin and cupped his cheeks gently.

"Let's just go to the hotel, okay?" She said and at Justin's uncertain expression, he squeezed her cheek a little. "Hey, hey." She waited until Justin's eyes were looking into hers. "I'm fine. Okay? I'm safe, Justin."

Justin stared at her for a few seconds before he crumbled, pulling Demi into his chest and nuzzling his nose into her neck, breathing her in.

"I worry about you so damn much." he whispered and Demi nodded, squeezing him back.

"I'm okay," she repeated once again.

"I'll make sure it stays that way," he mumbled and Demi didn't tell him he didn't have to, that she'd be fine, because she could always use a little more Justin by her side. Just in case. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said, smiling. "Can we go now? I wanna see Za's Mii character!"

Justin chuckled into Demi's collar and nodded, standing up to his full height.

He didn't get to hold Demi's hand as they left, but the second they were in the car and out of sight, he grabbed it, stroking his thumb over the knuckles and feeling the creases he'd memorized so vividly. When they got back, Demi was cuddled into his side the whole night and when they were in bed, he held Demi against him like he was scared letting her go would be allowing her to disappear and he breathed her in every few seconds, the smell calming his increasing heartbeat.

He would be glad eventually that he didn't rip that pap to shreds for touching his girl, for almost hurting the treasure he held nearest to him. He wished he had now, but he would be glad someday.

Now, he was glad he was able to flip a camera off before they sped away.