One Direction Preferences

#67 Paparazzi Get Aggressive 5/5 (Zayn) (Requested)

After a couple hours of bar hopping, you and Zayn were ready to go home. You were sitting on a bench outside, waiting for Zayn to pull up with the car, when a crowd of paparazzi crowded you.

"Y/N!! ANSWER A FEW QUESTIONS!!!!"

"HOW IS ZAYN, YOUR RELATIONSHIP?!"

They pushed recorders, cameras and microphones into your face. You became flustered, and you didn't know what to do. You felt a strong arm wrap around your wrist, at first you thought it was Zayn come to help you, but it was just another report. His large hand dug into your side, he laughed as he saw you squirming to get away.

"Come on Y/N just a few pictures!" The male reporter grumbled into your ear.

"Let go of me!" You said yanking the paparazzi's arm from your waist.

Zayn finally pulled up with the car and lot of their attention shifted towards him he got out help you inside but not before flicking off paparazzi

"Babe, are you okay?" He asked.

"Fine. Let's just go home." You said doing your best to sound convincing.

He nodded and sped off. Once the two of you got home, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and walked you inside.

"I'm just gonna shower, yeah?" You said heading towards the bathroom.

"Alright." He nodded.

You turned on the water to the shower and waited for it to heat up. You stripped down, and grabbed a towel. When you reached up for one of the towels in the cabinet, you felt a slight pain in your side. You looked down to see slight bruising, where the reporter had grabbed you only hours before.

"What happened?!" Zayn asked making you jump.

"Zayn, do you know how to knock?!" You said covering yourself.

He ignored it and inspected your sides. He lightly slid his hand across your side and then ran some fingers through your hair.

"Y/N how'd this happen?" He asked.

"It was just those paparazzi guys. One of them grabbed me, that's all. I'm fine." You explained.

"NO YOU'RE NOT! You have bruises from those fuckers!" He grumbled.

He got angry and slammed his fist against the door, and pulled out his phone.

"Z, What are you doing?" You asked putting on a towel.

"I'm tweeting out a massive thank you to those London dicks." He said.

"Fine." You said closing the door to shower.

Once finished, you grabbed your own phone, and opened up your twitter. The very first thing that you saw, was Zayn's tweet.

'@zaynmalik: A special S/O 2 those dicks who hurt my girlfriend! You gave her a proper bruising! #fuckoff'

You how that he wouldn't get into to much trouble for that tweet, but you knew that he wouldn't be taking it down anytime soon. You loved that he would do anything to protect you, but sometimes you wished that he would be a little more subtle.