He Defends You

                                    

                                          
Ashton:
                          
You were scrolling through your twitter mentions when Ashton comes up behind you. "How's twitter?" He asks, looking over your shoulder. "Oh fine. I was just getting off," You say, quickly reaching to shut the laptop. "Wait," Ashton says, opening it again. You watch his eyes narrow as he reads through the tweets you had received. You don't deserve Ashton. You're ugly. What does Ashton even see in you? Kill yourself. "Why didn't you tell me?" Ashton asks, looking concerned. "It doesn't matter," you lie quickly, moving to shut the laptop again. Ashton holds it open, reaching over you to log into his own account. You read as he types, If I see anyone saying anything bad about y/n I will not hesitate to block you. I love her whether you like it or not. You smile up at him gratefully as he presses send. "I love you, too," you say, pecking Ashton's lips.
                          
Luke:
                          
"So what do you think?" Luke whispers to his brother, Jack, thinking you were asleep. He plays with your hair nervously, looking down at your sleeping figure on his lap as he waits for his brother's opinion. "She's cute," Jack says finally, "And she seems nice. She's really funny." You hear Luke chuckle as he brushes a stray hair from your forehead. "But are you -" he pauses, thinking of the nicest way to word his question, "Are you sure she really likes you?" "What do you mean?" Luke asks, flatly. His hands drop your hair and he shifts slightly, giving his full attention to Jack. "I mean are you sure she's not just with you for the fame?" Jack clarifies. "Yes!" Luke says indignantly, "How could you even think that?! Y/n is so down to earth and so real and accepts the real me and doesn't care that I'm kinda famous and -" "Okay," Jack laughs, "I get it. I was just making sure. No need to get defensive." "Sorry," Luke sighs, picking up pieces of your hair again. "Jack?" Luke whispers after a few seconds of silence. "Yeah?" "Jack I - I think I love her." "Yeah," Jack agrees, "It looks like it."
                          
Calum:
                          
"You'll be okay," Calum tells you, grabbing your hand. He pulls you out of the mall and the fans waiting outside instantly surround you. Calum makes sure to keep you close as he greets fans.Through the chaos, you can hear a few voices distinctively. "Ew why is Calum even with her?!" "She's not even pretty!" "I know! She's such a slut!" You know by the way Calum's hand tenses up in yours that he heard, too. "Cal, it's okay," you say, squeezing his hand, "Can we just go?" "Let me take care of this," Calum tells you, pulling you toward the girls he heard. "It's pretty clear that you don't know anything about y/n or me, because if you did you would know that she's the kindest, most beautiful person in the world and that I love her." The rest of the fans were silent as they listened to Calum talk. "Calum, really it's not a big deal," you murmur, uncomfortable with all the attention. "I'm not finished," Calum says shortly, turning back to the girls, "If you were a real fan you would accept that I love her and let me be happy. I'd appreciate it if you would keep your ignorant comments to yourselves next time." He looked at you and you whispered, "Thanks." "Let's go," he said, pulling you through the crowds.
                          
Michael:
                          
You sat at the bar, waiting for Michael to return from the bathroom when a man takes the seat next to you. "Hey, baby," he slurs, "Wanna dance?" "No, thanks," you say frowning. "C'mon," he says, pulling on your arm. "I said no," you repeat, firmly. "Then let's get out of here," he suggests, dragging you off of the bar stool. "Hey!" You hear Michael yell and are relieved to see Michael coming up to you. "That's my girlfriend," he says, standing in front of you and crossing his arms. "Well," the man begins, tilting his head to see around Michael and checking you out, "She's a slut." He starts to laugh drunkenly, but stops when Michael throws a punch, hitting him across the jaw. You gasp and the man staggers back, before running at Michael. Michael grabs you and steps out of the way so that the drunk falls to the floor. "Let's go," Michael mutters, pulling you away. "I'm so sorry I should never have left you alone. Are you okay?" Michael asks once you're in the car. "Yeah," you reply, "Thanks." "Just doing my job," Michael replies, making you laugh. "Next time I should charge," he says in mock thoughtfulness. "Such a gentleman!" You joke.