You were abused when you were a child, and that's why you get scared when Zayn even swings his hand up. Zayn dosen't hit you, but he likes to fix his hair a lot. Zayn is protective of you, because you're past makes you an easy target.
"Zayn! Stop!" You yelled, because he was tickling you. He forgot that you had a side injury and accidentally tickled you hard there. "Ow!" You screamed.
"Oh my gosh! Are you ok?" He asked frantically.
"Yeah." You said softly. He got off of you and scooted away. "Zayn. I'm not dead you-"
"Don't come to the show." He said seriously.
"What? No, I'm coming." You said even more serious.
"No. I don't want you to get hurt." He said then looked away.
"Zayn. I'll be ok. Don't be so protective." You said then kissed him.
"Ok. I love you." He said with a small smile.
"I love you too, silly." You said smiling. At the show you were fine, but Zayn kept watching you. At one point he even winked at you. You blushed so red you looked mad.
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One Direction Imagines
FanfictionThese are just a bunch of one direction imagines and a few preferences.