The 1975 Preferences

Fans Don't Like You

Adam: 


You were exiting the venue where the guys just played so there were screaming fans outside asking for autographs and pictures. You held Adam's hand tightly and lowered your head because you were always self-conscious about your relationship with the fans. As expected Adam stopped to take some pictures and let go of your hand. You decided to stand a couple feet away so he could interact a little with the fans without you being a bother. However, your fear of the fans hating you came true as you heard some girls shout nasty things at you. "Hey isn't she Y/N" one fan asked and as you were about to politely reply one answered back. "Yeah, she's the ugly rat who's dating Adam, he's to good for her anyway." "I don't even know why he's dating her. He could do so much better." Tears were brimming at your eyes but you wiped them away, not wanting Adam or anyone else to find out. Suddenly you felt a hand tighten around your own as you looked up and saw Adam. He gave you a tight smile before dragging you out of the crowd of fans and towards the car. "Don't listen to them Y/N. Please don't listen to them. Some of them just don't understand that you make me happy. Okay? You have to understand that you make me happy baby. And I would never trade you for anyone else in the world. I love you, Y/N." He comforts you as you begin to cry on his shoulder. "I don't know why they don't like me Adam. I just. Maybe you do deserve a runway model to be your girlfriend and not me." You argue but he cuts you off as he seals your lips together. "I don't want a runway model when I can have a perfect girl like you who likes to eat her fish & chips without complaining of the amount of carbs. And if they expect me to have a model girlfriend well then babe...I disappoint." You chuckle at his response as he wraps his arms around you comforting you a lot more.

Matty:

Matty was standing a few feet away from you as he took pictures and signed autographs for the fans while you walked mindlessly and talked with some fans that actually supported your relationship. However, as you spoke with some girls, a fan suddenly gripped your wrist. "Um, hi, yeah sorry but you got my wrist there and it's getting a bit tight can you please let go?" You spoke kindly not wanting to be rude although there was evident pain coming form your now bruising wrist. "Your a filthy wet whore who just wants to bring Matty's career down. So I suggest you to leave him alone because he deserves someone a whole lot worthier of hi-." The fan spoke but before she could finish she was cut off as Matty disconnected her hand from your wrist and stared at your formed bruise. "What the fuck." He looks at the surprised fan before beginning to speak again. "You have no right to tell me who I should or should not see. And you have no right to f.ucking-" he takes a deep breath, having to stop himself from further cursing out on the fan as he sees your pleading eyes to stop. "If you have something bad to say, I'd best prefer it would be to my face and not to my girlfriend." He finishes before dragging you away from the fans and onto the lone tour bus. "Let me see." He demands as he stares at your wrist. "Matty, it was nothing really. She just didn't like me it's okay. I'm okay." You plead. "Let me f.ucking see your damn hand Y/N" He gets angrier as he softly grabs your wrist and turns it. "I'm so sorry." You cry. He looks up to you confused before shaking his head. "I'm so sorry Y/N. This shouldn't happen. Not to you. Not to anyone, because of me." He states as he brings you to the bathroom and begins to bandage your wrist. "They don't like me." You whisper. "They don't need to. You need to know that I love you Y/N. And my love for you won't change because I don't have the approval of some fans." He laughs hoping to lighten the darker mood from before. You smile then, agreeing that all you need is to realize how much this man loves you.

George: 

You we're both on your phones just chilling while sitting in the living room as the TV played in the back. "Hey babe, check your twitter." George smirked at you as you began to open your twitter app to check what was up with his sudden cockiness. "You didn't..." You gasp as your mentions begin to go crazy because of a sudden tweet. Going into George's profile you see that he did indeed mention you. '@Gdans1975: Took a picture of @Y/T/N, she looks quite sexy wearing sweats and a tube shirt don't you think guys? ;)' You screech as you jump and punch him in the shoulder. "I hate you so much George! Don't take pictures of me! You know I hate that." You tell him as you go back to your phone and start scrolling through your other mentions from fans replying to the tweet.  '@vals75: @Gdans1975 @Y/T/N wow, she's really fat. She cannot, I repeat cannot wear those shirts. Am I right George ;)' You shake your head and look at others. '@JuliaDan: @Gdans1975 @Y/T/N she should consider wearing makeup. it will make her look less bearable smh. George can do better.' You put your phone inside your pocket before running to the bathroom and locking it shut. Sliding down against the wall you beginning to cry inside your hands. However, it wasn't long before you hear a loud knock on the door. "Babe, baby, let me in. Please Y/N what's wrong. Was it the picture? I'll take it off. I'm sorry, please don't cry and open the door babe." You hear him plead. Shakingly you open the door and meet a worried George, "Tell me what's wrong. What happened?" He hugs you tightly as you begin to sob on his shoulder. "I'm not perfect." You whimper as he tightens his hold on you for a few seconds before pulling out. "Who says you’re not perfect?" He starts as he wipes his thumb over some fallen tears. "They don't like me. I'm just another fat ugly loser who is going to ruin you." You cry. "Why the fuck do you think this? Your fucking perfect Y/N and whoever doesn't see that must be blind because You are my only happiness, You are my anchor baby, and if your going to ruin me, then I'm going to ruin you, because that’s what we do. We ruin things, and that's perfect." He huffs as he kisses you abruptly. "I love you so much George." You breathe against his lips as you pull back, "And I love you so fucking much Y/N." He reciprocates before connecting your lips again.

Ross: 

"Hey babe. I'm home and I brought take out." You hear Ross yell, as the front door of the house slams shut. Rapidly, you close your laptop shut and wipe at your eyes, hoping that he doesn't come in and sees your puffy eyes. Ross walks into the bedroom with a smile but it soon fades as he sees you in your state. "What's wrong Y/N?" He rushes to you in bed and wraps his arms in around you. "Nothing. It's nothing Ross. You just came in at a wrong time. I was watching the notebook again." You fake laugh and give him your most convincing smile. He looks down at you and frowns. "I know you to well to know when your lying baby." He smiles at you before kissing you in the temple.  "But seriously, tell me what's wrong. Why is the most gorgeous girl in the world crying?" He softly speaks and you shake your head not being able to tell him. "It's just." You sigh, before pointing a finger towards your laptop. He reaches towards it and open it up to see. You look up at him as he scrolls through your twitter mentions reading all the hate you've been recently receiving since Ross and you came out. "@Chel1975: @Y/T/N is the most disgusting whore I've ever seen." He reads. "@Rosalieforever: @Y/T/N Ross can do better than you, I'm disappointed." He stops. "Y/N..." He trails off, as he looks up to meet your watery eyes. "They hate me Ross. And I don't know why. Is it because I'm too good for you? Yeah it is. I'm so sorry Ross, I shouldn't be bothering you with this." You go off, but he stops you as he brings his lips to yours. "Shut up Y/N" He says as he pulls away, "I love you. And no, your not 'too good' for me. It's the other way around princess. You’re too good for me. And I care babe, your mine, and if you’re hurt in any way it will hurt me. Because I am truly deeply madly in love with a girl out of league. And that's you Y/N Y/L/N." He finishes as he pulls your body against his and gives you the biggest and longest shared embrace you've two had shared.

A/N 

FINISHED Jesus Christ I didn't think I was ever going to finish this preference. I'm sorry for the two-week late update. Was very busy and still am? And you guys are probably expecting the 'you fight part 2' and I will do a part two, hopefully by next update! Pushing myself to not forget to do it by next Friday!  Hope this update made you guys happy! :) yay.