1D Preferences #43: You get a death threat from a crazy fan...
Liam: "What's wrong, babe?" He's staring at your scared face as you look down at your phone screen. You wordlessly show him the tweet you just got "@(YOURTWITTERNAME) Back off Liam, or you're one dead bitch." The scariest part is the picture of your house attached to it. "Oh my...holy shit," he pulls you into a hug. "I'm calling the police, right now. Stay at my place tonight, okay?" Later, he sends out a tweet saying how wrong it is to send someone this kind of hate.
Harry: You notice Harry talking in a low voice on the phone and pacing in a circle. "What's wrong, Curly?" He sighs and puts his arm around you. "Some crazy fan got my number and is saying she's going to..." he shakes his head in disgust. "Going to what?" He sighs, knowing you're bound to find out anyway. "Going to hang you by your silver necklace from your balcony." You gasp and shake your head. What did you do to deserve this? "I'm going to take care of it, don't worry." He kisses your cheek and strokes your hair until you fall alseep.
Zayn: "Zayn! Zayn! Take a picture with us!" A group of fangirls run up to Zayn wielding cameras. "I can take the photo of you guys if you'd like?" you offer politely, knowing the girls will all want a photo with your man. "Thank you," one girl says handing you her camera. "Kelsie, don't give that bitch your camera," you gape in shock as the girl spits in your face. "You're lucky it's daylight or you wouldn't even be breathing, boyfriend stealer." You are absolutely horrified and disgusted, wiping her spit off your face. "Hey! Leave her alone." Zayn puts his arm around you protectively. "You know what? I'm not taking a picture with you, you have no right to be rude to her and spit in her face. You're lucky I'm not calling the cops." You two walk away and he holds your hand tightly. "Sorry about that....some fans get a little too jealous."
Louis: "LOUIS! WE BROUGHT YOU CARROTS!" You can't help but laugh as Louis sighs and plasters on a grin. More carrots. "What are you laughing at, bitch?" You can't help but laugh harder when you notice the carrot-wielding, bitch-calling fan is a girl no older then twelve. "Nice mouth you've got there," you say, squeezing Louis' hand. "Fuck off! I'm going to stab you to death with these carrots!" She chucks a carrot and it just misses your head. You don't know whether to laugh at this pathetic threat or be upset at the fact you just received a death threat. "Hey, leave her alone. If you were a TRUE fan you wouldn't be treating someone I love like that!"
Niall: "You think you're Niall's Princess, huh? Well you're going to be a dead princess when I get my hands on you!" You stare in horror at the letter you found in your car that morning. "What is that?" Niall asks. "Oh, um, noth-" he pulls the letter from your hand and reads it. "Shit. I'm so sorry, (Y/N)....some of the fans are a bit...batshit crazy...." he shakes his head. "I'm calling the cops, but until then...the boys and I are your personal security. Deal?"