One Direction Preferences

#67 Paparazzi Get Aggressive 4/5 (Louis) (Requested)

Louis:

You had gone with Louis for a day at the studio. He was recording the majority of his solos for the new album, and had just finished up.

"Wanna grab dinner, Love?" He asked.

"Yeh sounds good." You said taking his hand.

The two of you left the studio to find a grouping of press and fans merged together. Louis sighed, and signed a few autographs getting back to you. The paparazzi's arms were flailing about trying to get a good shot of Louis.

"Hey watch it!" He said dodging from one of the camera.

Louis walked in front of you, but never let go of your hand. He pulled you along, bobbing and weaving through the crowd of people, when you suddenly saw the circular camera lens come flying towards your face. You raised your hand to try to block the impact, but it was moving to fast. The lens slipped past your fingers and slammed into your right eye. You saw the stars form, while trying to keep your balance. You knew that the least you were getting out of this was a black eye. You grabbed your eye, and the two of you continued to the diner.

"That's better isn't Y/N" He smiled, helping you settle into your booth.

You smiled and nodded, still doing your best to cover your eye.

"What happen there?" He saiid pointing at your eye.

You sighed and lowered your hand. Revealing the red, and swelling eye. He flinched a tad, assuring you that it was pretty bad, but then called for a waitress.

"Yeh, uh can we get a glass of ice?" He asked.

"Absolutely." She said going to grab it.

He didn't seem like he was to upset about what had happened. He seemed really calm, which was almost scarier. The waitress came back and placed the glass of ice on the table along with some napkins and menus. Louis slid into the same side of the booth that you were sitting in, grabbed a few napkins and then place some of the ice on them. He put the homemade ice pack to your face and gently dabbed the skin surrounding your eye, being careful as to not touch it. Once he was finished, he pecked your cheek, and returned to his side of the booth.

"Right. What to get then?" He said looking at the menu.

"Louis, are you okay?" You asked him quietly.

"Oh yeh why?" He asked.

"Well normally you'd be screaming at those damn reporters, but you just seem really calm right now." You explained.

"Oh trust me love they'll get a hollering at, maybe even an adore whopping, but I need to build up my strength first." He said grinning, while you just shook your head and laughed.