Zayn: You couldn’t hear anything over the mass amount of fans at One Direction’s concert screaming. You were there seeing your boyfriend preform. Yes, you were dating a member; Zayn Malik. You had woken up with a terrible headache and you kept having dizzy spells but Zayn was in your hometown so you had to go see him, you promised. You were trying your best to look like you were having a good time despite the throbbing in your head. You were in the front row so Zayn had a clear view at you. After maybe 45 minutes of singing along with the band and jumping around with the rest of the crowd you began to sway. Not in a dancing type of sway, a dizzy type of sway. You felt yourself stumble but luckily you caught yourself on your stadium seat. You felt your knees lock up and you caught Zayn’s worried eyes. He stopped singing and screamed in the mic. “Paul! Catch her!” while pointed towards you. You collapsed before Paul could reach you.
You opened your eyes up to hear gasps all around you and see Paul’s worried face trying to help you up. “Sorry, (Y/N). I couldn’t get to you fast enough.” “It’s ok, Paul,” you shrugged. Out of no where Zayn came running off the stage towards you. “(Y/N)! Oh my God, baby, are you ok? Did you hurt your head? Your arms? Legs?” With every word you touched the part of your body he was naming. You gave a slight nod and said, “Do you have any water? And would you be upset if I went to lay down backstage?” He smiled “I want you to feel better. There’s water in my dressing room,” he kissed your forehead, “go rest.” You spent the rest of the night curled up in Zayn’s dressing room.
A/N: I’m slacking on these, guys.