One Direction Preferences

#67 Paparazzi Get Aggressive 2/5 (Liam) (Requested)

Liam:

You and Liam where headed back to the hotel, after a photo shoot. He was tried and so were you. Fans had been mobbing you and the boys, was well as the press, so going to bed sounded like a dream. So when you rounded the corner to find more press members flashing their cameras, and hitting record, you groaned.

"Oh for fucks sake." Liam said under his breath.

"LIAM! TELL US ABOUT THE NEW TOUR!!

"WHAT THE NEXT YEAR LOOKING LIKE?!

You loved that Liam gets to do what he’s always wanted to do, but at times it was a bit over bearing. Liam interlocked his arm with yours, and started making his way through the crowd of reporters.

"Excuse us, please let us by." Liam and I said together.

The reports grew closer, and you suddenly felt a boot press against your ankle. Your foot twisted from you trying to walk and the force stopping you. The pain was near unbearable. It felt as if your foot had been run over.

"Almost back then." Liam said walking you into the hotel.

You did your best not to limp. You didn’t need some bullshit story about Liam being abusive. Finally after getting to your room Liam plopped down on the bed, and you sat one of the armchairs. You rolled up the leg of your pants to see your ankle was swollen, and well as a nice outline of a boot beginning to form on your skin.

"Dammit…" You whisper.

"What is it, Love?" He asked turning over on the mattress.

"I-uh think I sprained my ankle out there." You said nodding to the door.

"From the paparazzi?" He asked gazing at your ankle.

"Yeh, one of them stepped on my ankle. But I think it looks worse than it really is." You said nonchalantly, trying to keep him calm.

He stepped into the bathroom and came back with a damp towel. He draped it over your ankle, and then went to the phone.

"Yes, Hi. I’ll like a paramedic sent to my room please. I think my girlfriend has a sprain from the press outside. Room 439. Alright. Thank you." He said.

He calmly returned to you, sitting down and stretching your leg across his lap. He did his best to prop it up, so it wouldn’t get any worse.

"I’m sorry Y/N. You shouldn’t need to worry about these types of things happening to you." He said looking up, his brown eyes flickering back and forth from regret to shame.

"Liam, it will be fine the worse case is I go on crutches for a bit…but if I’m getting hurt for anybody, I’m glad it’s you." You told him smiling.

"Oh god. Your such a romantic." He laughed.