One Direction Preferences

#67 Paparazzi Get Aggressive 3/5 (Niall) (Requested)

Niall:

"Come on princess!" Niall said pulling you along.

He had taken you out for a day of fun. You went to lunch, saw a concert and after that you went to dinner. Now the two of you were trying to head home, but the paparazzi were on your arse. The we’re snapping pictures and throwing question after question at you. Niall thought it would be best to ditch them, but it wasn’t easy.

"Ni! Try to flag a cab!" You said trying to keep up.

He nodded and ran ahead a bit. He let go of your hand just long enough for the reporters to catch up. You did your best to keep running, but one of the reporters caught up. They grabbed at hem of your jeans, dragging you to your knees.

"Are you fucking serious?" You said under your breath.

You picked yourself up from the ground and jogged over to Niall. He smiled at you, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before helping you into the cab.

"Are you alright Y/N?"

"Yeh, I’m fine." You said rubbing one of your knees.

Once the cab dropped you off at your flat, the two of you went inside. After your nice run from the reporters, all you wanted to do was to crawl into bed. You went into your bedroom, and stripped down to your bra and underwear. You pulled on one of Niall’s hoodies, and a pair of pajama shorts. You sat down on the mattress and looked to your knees. They were both skinned up pretty bad.

"Fuck." You whispered.

"What’d you say?" Niall said coming into the bedroom.

"I-uh skinned me knees, that’s all." You said pointing to pink and red knees.

He looked at them, and pulled out some band-aids from the nightstand, and placed a few over the cuts. He sweetly kiss the tops of your knees before, looking up at you.

"Did this happen cause of dem’ reporters?" He asked, looking up at you.

"Yeh, I’m fine Ni, I’m tough." You ensure him.

"I know you are, but they’re takin’ it to far." He said standing up.

He sat down next to you on the bed, and pulled you in to his bare chest. He sighed, and ran his finger through your hair. You knew exactly what he was think about. What if he had never become famous, or never met the boys? Then he would never have to worry about you getting hurt, but he also knew that he had never been on the X-factor that day, he would have never have met you.