One Direction Preferences

#40 - A fan slaps you

Zayn: You were with the boys filming their new music video. Part of the video was being filmed at the Admiralty Arch. You were standing behind the camera, hanging out with Paul, when fans called your name. You turned, and tapped Paul’s shoulder before walking over. “Y/N! We love you!” two younger girls said. “Oh my god you guys are so cute. I love you two!” you said happily, and the girls smiled. You signed some autographs and took some pictures. Then, there was an older fan behind her. She looked to be about sixteen, and you smiled at her. “Hi, nice to meet you” you smiled. “You’re a bitch, Zayn should be with me” she shouted, and she smacked you across the face. You backed up and grabbed your cheek. In the blink of an eye,  Paul had the girls hands behind her back. Zayn raced up in the middle of filming, and the other boys gathered a few feet back. “What is wrong with you!?” Zayn asked the fan, who was dead silent. You clutched your cheek until Zayn pulled your hand back. “She has a red hand mark” he said. Only then did you notice the flash of cameras. “It hurts” you whispered, and Zayn pulled you in tightly. “Someone call the police, someone call 911” Zayn said. “No! Don’t” you shouted, and Zayn looked at you. “We don’t need to charge her. Look, just get Paul to take her out of here. Tell her she’s not welcome back. She’s sixteen. Don’t ruin her life” you said, and Zayn nodded. He told another security guard, and they walked the girl out. When the story broke, the police contacted you asking you if you still wanted to press charges, but you maintained that you didn’t want to. That ended up meaning a lot to fans, because you understood the passion they had for the boys.

Niall: “Are you sure I should come?” you asked, slipping on your dress. Niall was going out to a club with the boys, and he wanted you to come. The only problem was that you were always the victim of fan attacks when you go out with them. They would shout nasty things at you and some would try to hit you but Paul or Albert would protect you. “You can’t live in fear, princess. You will be protected” he said, zipping your dress up. You nodded, finished getting ready, and got in the waiting limo. The other guys and the girlfriends were in the limo too, which made you smile. Maybe the heat wouldn’t be so bad if it was a group affair. You arrived at the club quickly, and everyone got out before you. Niall slid out, then helped you out. “Slut!” someone shouted, and you looked at Niall. “Don’t listen to them babe. I am so sorry” he said, and you nodded. “You’re dressed like a whore!” another girl shouted as you did your best to smile graciously at the crowd. There was a young lady waving a pen at you. Finally, a fan. You walked over to sign her book. You finished her autograph and leaned in to talk to her when you felt a firm hand smack your face. It wasn’t the girl, but someone beside her. You looked and saw a man standing there, proudly. “What the fuck?” you asked, before Paul came and grabbed you. He picked you up and carried you, your legs wrapping around him from the side. You looked back and saw Niall punch the man in the face. “Paul!” you shouted, but he ignored you. “Paul he hit the guy” you said as he set you down inside the club. Paul jogged out and you stood by the window so you could see what was happening. The man must have left, because Niall was walking towards the door. “Baby I am so sorry” he said, pulling you into a hug. You both left, and you needed to ice your face for the whole night. You had a bruised cheek, and when you went out the next day to see a doctor, the fans got picture. They all decided enough was enough, and most of the hate stopped.

Harry: You felt Alberto’s huge arm next to you. You turned and saw Harry, who’s arm curled around your waist, then Paul. “Stay close” Harry whispered, and the doors of the HMV opened. “Harry!” girls around you screamed, and you clung to Harry for dear life. “I’m scared” you whispered, and Harry nodded acknowledging you. Suddenly, you fell. Harry and Paul kept moving, though Harry was fighting to go back to get you. Alberto grabbed you by the arm and pulled you to your feet. “Get her!” an older woman said. She lunged at you. You shook out of Alberto’s hold, and put your arms out. The woman smacked you across the face. You kicked her knee, and she fell. You saw another younger girl coming at you, and you pushed her to the ground. Then, like a hand out of the sky, Alberto reached over the mob and grabbed you. He managed to pull you up and over the crowd. You latched to Alberto like a koala, and he rushed you to the car. He pushed you into the car and slammed the door. “Fuck” you whispered, pulling your hand away from your mouth. You were bleeding and you could feel your eye swelling up. Harry was furious. He couldn’t even look at you as Paul went into a corner store to get some ice. You iced your face, which helped the swelling a little bit, but not much. You walked into the house and Harry shut the door behind you. You turned and saw that he was crying. “Harry, what?” you said, wiping the tear off his cheek. “This is bullshit” he said, shaking his head. “Take a picture” you said, handing him your phone. “I’ll do it” he said, taking his phone out and snapping a picture. He put it on twitter, and tweeted ‘you guys cant honestly think this is fucking acceptable. im done doing appearances. she is incredible, she doesn’t deserve this’. Fans saw the picture and were shocked. They all sent you lovely messages, and people were much more willing to give space after that.

Liam: You and Liam had snuck out of your flat late at night to get something sweet. You were almost home, when the fans caught up to you too. Liam wrapped you in his coat as you tried to push through. “Guys, seriously, we are just trying to get home” Liam shouted, and you kept quiet. Suddenly, someone grabbed a hold of your sweater. They pulled you and Liam grabbed for your arms. You felt like a child being abducted, reaching for safety but being pulled deeper and deeper. You could barely see Liam through all the fans, but he somehow managed to get a hold of your hand. He pulled you back towards him, but as he pulled you a fan wound up and smacked you in the head. She hit you so hard you were dizzy. Liam grabbed you and practically dragged you to the front door of your building. He sat you in the elevator. “Y/N! Y/N, babe, look at me” he said, as you started to straighten out. “What is going on?” you asked, and Liam sighed. “Someone hit you back there, you have a red hand mark on your cheek” he said, helping you into your flat. He sat you down, got you some tea and a blanket before getting you ice. The next morning, Liam took to a radio station to share the events of the night before. He talked about how ridiculous it was that you couldn’t even leave your flat without being viciously attacked. When he walked in the door that night, he raced over to you. “How are you feeling baby?” he said, and you smiled. “Better. Look what came for me” you said, pointing to the flowers and cards that had been dropped off throughout the day. “From?” Liam asked, and you smirked. “Fans. They were out front of the building and one of our neighbors brought them up.” Liam smiled. “I do have some good fans” he said, and you nodded.

Louis: You, Louis and the guys had an award show to attend. You were excited, you wanted to go out and meet some fans. You had only been with Louis for a very short while, so it was exciting to have something big like this to really step out to the fans. You sat anxiously in the limo. “Y/N, you have to be careful who you approach. Just make sure you keep your distance a little. You don’t need to be so close they can rip your hair out” Louis cautioned, and you smiled. “Don’t worry, I got this” you said, and Louis shook his head. The limo stopped and the boys climbed out of the door. Louis went out and stuck his hand out to help you out of the car. You got out and cameras flashed. You smiled widely, and immediately started your poses. You were asked a couple of quick questions by press, when you arrived at a block of fans. “Y/N, can we get an autograph and a hug” they asked, and of course you were more than happy. When you got in close to get in the picture, someone from behind reached out. They wanted to touch you, but they accidentally smacked you in the face and hit your eye. You backed away like a wounded animal and Louis, who saw what happened, raced over. “You stay in the middle of the carpet and go inside. Understand?” he asked, and you nodded, rushing in the doors. You went to the bathroom and your face was a little red. An employee who was attending the bathroom rushed out and got you some ice, which you dabbed on your face. Luckily, you had packed an emergency make up bag and were able to clean up. By the time Louis got in the building, you looked fine. “Close call” you whispered, but Louis knew you had been hit hard. The next day, the picture came out of you being hit. It was pretty bad, and the fans were shocked. You tweeted asking everyone to be gently, and fans sent you millions of tweets of support.