One Direction Preferences

Punk Series: #2 "Don't fucking touch her."

Louis: It has been days since that little 'incident' with Louis but you haven't even seen him since. You have to admit though; you're a bit glad that you haven't had to see him. These few days have given you some time to actually process what really happened between you two. Once again you were late for class and you were running through the halls trying to get there. "Hey!" You heard someone call out and you froze, thinking it was Louis but instead you saw the jock that Louis was yelling at running towards you. "I know you." He mumbled, backing you into the wall just like Louis had down before. "That Louis asshole has some type of fascination with you for some reason." He pushed his hips against your and pinned your arms to the wall. "So I'm going to figure out what this little 'obsession' is about." You knew exactly about his reputation and what he's done to other girls before and you didn't want to be another one of them. You attempted to push him off of you but he only tightened his grip on you and pulled you around the corner that anyone barely used. "I'm Logan by the way." He mumbled into your ear. "Please don't..." You mumbled, letting a few tears fall onto your face. "I'll do whatever I want. Especially since Louis hasn't stopped talking about you since that day." Pulling open a few buttons off your shirt, he smirked evilly. "Ready for this, baby?" He mumbled. "You're gonna lo-. " "What the fuck is going on here?" A voice interrupts him and he freezes. "Fuck." He groaned and released his grip on your arms but turned you around wrapped his arms around your waist as he turned to face, none other than, Louis. "Let her fucking go. You're lucky that I didn't kill you for touching my sister. But now I won't go easy on you for this." A few more tears fell as you couldn't even look at him. Your hair was a mess and your shirt was halfway open, revealing some of your bright purple bra. "Fine, Fine. It was fun while it lasted, babe." Logan finally released you and Louis pulled you to stand behind him. "Don't you fucking touch her ever again or you'll regret it, I promise you." He growled as he led you to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Liam: "Seriously, Jake. I don't even want to be skipping class right now so stop being so annoying or I'll leave. It's already cold enough outside now. I'd love to be inside right now." You groaned and Jake, your boyfriend, pulled you to lie onto top of him. "C'mon, just live a little, y/n. We're just gonna have a bit of fun now." He unzipped your jacket and pulled it off of you. "No," You whined, dragging out the 'o', "It's too cold and I already told you that I'm not ready." "I said we're just having some fun and this is pretty fun." He began unbuttoning your jeans. "Stop. I'm not ready for this" You tried to move away from him but he only wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you still. "It'll be over quick y/, don't worry." He said as he finished unbuttoning your shirt. "Y/n?" Both you and Jake froze. "What the fuck is going on here?!" You turned your head and saw Liam running towards you. Jake must have been scared of him or something because he immediately let go of you. You hadn't even noticed that you were crying. Liam helped you stand up, taking off his sweat shirt and giving it to you to put on. "Don't you ever touch her again and if you ever even think of touching her again, I'll fucking kill you." He said just before Jake ran off. Liam turned to see you struggling to get his hoodie on and reached over to help you zip it. "That's better. Now let's get you inside before you freeze to death out here."

Niall: "C'mon." You mumbled as you knocked on Niall's door again, louder this time so that he might actually answer and let you inside. Moments later, though it felt a lot longer because of the cold air, he opened the door with an evil grin on his face. "Didn't think that you'd actually show up here, y/n." "Yeah well here I am. Can I come in? It's freezing cold out here." He stepped aside and lead you in. "My cousins are here cause, like I said, I didn't think you be here right now." You nodded and followed him into his house, seeing about 5 people in his living room who you assumed where his cousins. "Guys, this is y/n. Y/n these are some of my cousin. They can keep you company for a minute while I go fix my room so we have a place to be." You nodded and on the chair that was furthest away from off of the others. "C'mon y/n. We don't bite!" One boy called out. "Hey! Speak for yourself, Jared!" The boy next to him said. "I'm okay here. Thanks though..." You mumbled, attempting to keep to yourself and not cause any unwanted trouble but they must have had a different idea because those two boys stood up and sat on the arms of your chair. Jared wrapped his arms around your waist to prevent you from moving, while the other boy, the blond, whispered into your ear, "C'mon we just wanna have a bit of fun with you tonight." He says a he attempts to pull your shirt off. "Stop. I don't even want to be here right now. Just leave me alone." You tried to push them away but that only made their grip tighten on you. "What the fuck is going on here!" Niall's voice bellowed and causes the boys to jump away from you. He helps you up and moves you away from his cousins but still keeping you somewhat close to him. "You're all so fucking pathetic, you know that? Don't any of you ever fucking touch her again." He said as he stormed off to his bedroom, tugging you along to follow him.

Zayn: You weren't the most popular person in school but you had quite a few friends. Sadly though, you were bullied by some of the rudest girls in school. "Hey, Y/n!" You turned around and say those girls walking down the halls towards you. "I'm surprised that you haven't moved away yet. I mean, that's why you moved into this town now, isn't it? Because there were a few mean people who wanted to put you into your place?" The leader, Marcie, said. She stood right in front of you, trying to get some sort of reaction out of you. "Aw look, she won't even answer us." Another said. After that was said, Marcie had the most evil smirk on her face as she turned to look at them. "We'll make her answer us. Don't worry." Her hand immediately went to your hair and pulled you closer to her. "Now, how about you just tell your parents that you wanna move away. Nobody even wants some ugly, annoying bit-" "Stop! What are you doing to her?" Zayn interrupted as he ran down the halls to investigate. "Y/n?" He completely freezes once he notices that it's you and that Marcie has her grip still on your hair. Marcie suddenly released you and moved towards Zayn. "Zayn... baby. What are you doing here?" She flips her hair out of her face and rests her hand against his chest. You can feel your stomach twist for some reason as she does this. The look of rejection that was on her face once Zayn pushed her off of him was priceless. "You're lucky that you're not a male cause, otherwise, you'd be unconscious right now." He growled as he pushed her out of his way and stood by you. "You okay?" He mumbled, flattening out some of your hair. With a slight sniffle, you nodded and watched as Zayn turned back to face Marcie. "And you, I never want to see you touching her again. So don't even think about it." He said as he pulled you safely away from a stunned Marcie and her 'friends'.

Harry: You just finished changing back into your normal clothes after yet another gym class. You attempted to tame your hair as you emerged from the locker room. There was a large group of boys standing close to the door but you ignored them and focused and leaving since gym is your last class of the day so you were now free from this school. The boys began whispering and laughing a bit louder as a few of them approached you. "Yeah, that's her." One of them mumbled and you backed into the wall as more of them came towards you. They all surround you against the wall. "You must be Harry's girl." "What?" You protest, "I barely even know him." One of them, with short black hair, laughed darkly. "Well he seems to know a lot about you. Harry owes us a few things but he doesn't believe us so maybe this will get his attention..." The blond boy, who hasn't even said a word yet, opened the janitor's closet. They all tried to push you inside despite your protests. "Hey!" Harry's distinctive voice echoed through the gym as he stumbled his way towards you. "Leave her alone!" The boys immediately broke apart and left the gymnasium before Harry could catch them. You could see the inner battle Harry was having with himself about helping you return or going to kick those guys' asses. He sighed slightly and made his way towards you. "You okay?" He helped you up from the ground seeing that you had fallen once the boys had dispersed. "I'll take you home today. Do you have all of your stuff?" You shook your head, "I have to run to my locker really quickly..." He nodded. "I'll meet you outside then." He said and left the gym without another word, leaving you along and trying to process everything that just happened.