Everyone knew you hated crowds, but it was inevitable because of Harry. With his hand laced in yours, he stopped the car. "I'm right here, it's okay, okay?" You nodded gently as he kissed the back of your hand that he knew so well. Thoughts raced passed you as you were swarmed. In seconds the car was surrounded by cameras. Your heart rate quickened and you could feel your breathing begin to speed up as well. "I'm gonna run around the car and get you." Harry spoke with so much understanding in his voice. He was secretly terrified that you would get pushed down one of these days. The paparazzi have pushed the other boys down before, what would stop them? When your door opened, all you could think about was the small space to move and the people crowding you and the overwhelming amount of noise and lights. "I've got you, just stay close." Harry shouted, staring into your eyes. He held your petite hand and pulled you along the sidewalk in attempts just to enter the building. You began to feel faint as the stench of strange men and fear filled your veins. Your step faltered a bit and Harry hadn't noticed. "H-Harry," you squeaked out. "Harry." He heard this time, turning to face you. He noticed your hazy display and carefully pulled you closer. "Are you okay?" He asked into your ear. After you shook your head, he gently picked you up, telling you to place your head in the crook of his neck. You did so while trying to catch your breath. Once inside, he placed you back on the ground. He still held you to his chest, mumbling "Hey, sh, I'm right here. It's okay, It's okay."
"Niall, you're drunk. Give me the keys." He crossed his arms all giggly and his face registered cheekiness. "Y/N, you're beautiful. Give me a kiss and I'll give you the keys." He puckered his lips and you scoffed, rolling your eyes. You indulged him anyway, gently kissing his lips. He had other plans, pulling you in by the back of my neck. "I'm going to pull the car around so we can get you home. Stay with Liam." He nodded slowly and you left him standing by Liam at the bar. You pulled the car to the front and parked, making sure it was easily accessible. As you began to walk in to grab Niall, a guy blocked your way. He wasn't super drunk, but you could definitely smell whiskey on his breath. "Excuse me." You tried to move around him, hoping for it to be that easy. It wasn't. The man put his around your hip and pulled you closer to him. "Don't touch me!" You brushed his hand away and tried to walk past him. He grabbed your arms and spun you to him. "I like a challenge." You pressed your palms flat against his chest and pushed with all your might, failing to get him away from you. An arm flung at the man's jaw and all you saw was Niall's enraged face. Even in the bad lighting you could see the red hue that had replaced his usually fair tone. Niall kept at his assault until Liam helped pull him off the man. "Niall baby, Niall look at me." Niall was huffing and his fists were still in angry balls, blood splattered on them. The man staggered away while Niall watched him. You finally got his attention by gently pressing your hand to his cheek, the only place the other man had gotten to swing at. Niall winced but let you examine his face. The music had lowered and the other people in the club had stopped for the most part. "Niall, why'd you-" "He was touching you and you didn't want to be touched and I didn't want you to be touched and are you okay?" He asked with all sincerity. You nodded and kissed him softly. You only then realized how frazzled you were. "Hey, let's get both of us home love. It'll be okay."
"Zayn, it's my first time, and I want you to help me, pleeeeease" You whined, sitting down in his lap with your feet dangling over the couch. "Please," You whispered onto his skin as you placed a kiss behind his ear, sucking his ear lobe between your teeth soon after. He shivered and you knew you had him. "Fine, on one condition." He moved his hand further underneath your thigh, fingertips generously leaving fire under your jeans. "Hm?" You murmured, pulling away so you could look into his eyes. "I get to sketch it out before we go see any professional. I don't want them to fuck it up, especially since I'll have to see it everyday for the rest of my life." Your eyes lit up as his smile grew, kissing hard with hearts fluttering. You sat in bed all afternoon describing to him what you wanted, you laying back and him with his sketch pad and pencils. After two hours or so, he finally let you see. It was everything you had wanted and more, colors melding perfectly and lines so straight they looked like they had been measured and not free handed. "Wow, this is perfect Zayn." You marveled, eyes wandering from one part to the next. He sat behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and nose nuzzling into your hair. "Thanks sunshine. And I'd be honored if you would use it." He sighed lazily, taking in your shampoo. You couldn't help but smile to yourself and lay back on him a bit. "I love you, Zayn." You could feel him smile as he kissed the back of your neck. "I love you too, and I promise to be there when you get your first tattoo, no matter what."
"Okay, Liam, I need you to sit down and listen." You had been dating for a year now, and you've never been spotted together. There had been subtle hints, like when you'd leave his apartment building or vise versa, but no one had ever caught on. Liam had voiced his concern about showing you off due to fans and hate and paparazzi that he knew would hurt you. So at the one year mark of your relationship, you had decided that you didn't want to hide anymore. "Li, I really want to come out to the public." You sat facing him on the couch as he was slightly angled so he wouldn't have to crane his neck. You hadn't said 'I love you's yet either, which was starting to worry you. The truth that was still horribly unbeknownst to you: Liam loved you, but he was scared to. He was scared that he would lose you like he first lost Danielle and soon after lost Sophia. He didn't want the same happening to you. He didn't want to see you hurt because of him and he was scared to love again, because he had been convinced that he couldn't love someone and live the One Direction lifestyles at the same time. Whenever the public topic came up, he would always brush it off or beg you not to bring it up again. You had begun to feel like Liam didn't really care for you, but you just couldn't see the whole picture. So sitting here now, he could feel rage boil in his system, not because of you, but because of of his own doubts. He was mad that he wasn't normal enough for you. "Babe, I-I don't know." He would soon muster up the courage to say, fidgeting with his hands in his lap and his gaze staying downward. You gently placed your hand on his two larger ones and stared at him lovingly. "I'm ready for the hate and the fights and the angry fans, because I can handle it with you by my side. I want to be able to show off our incredible relationship in public. I want to be able to hold my boyfriends hand as we walk down the street. Please Li." You pleaded. Liam stood up and began pacing the floor, hands running wildly through his hair. "I just..." He muttered. You stood up as well, getting angrier by the second. Why won't he show you off? "Why? Why not? Am I not good enough for you?" You couldn't help the volume of your voice and you were a bit scared at his towering height when he stood over you to respond. "No, you're perfect, that's why I'm terrified to see you get hurt! It always happens! Good things don't stay in the public! In private, everything is good! I've never wanted to go public because I love you god dammit! I love you and I don't want to lose you!" He held you tight, whimpering like a little boy. You were honestly shocked at his words more than his temper. Liam has never gotten like this. "Liam, please look at me," You tilted his chin off your shoulder and there were tear stains down his cheek. "Do you mean it?" His breathing was shakier than normal. "Yes, I can't lose you because, I, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. So much."
"Lou, I'm not as fragile as you may think." You were getting a bit heated because Louis wouldn't let you play football with him and the boys while you were visiting on tour. Little did he know that you had played soccer in school until you got to UNI. "Babe, you could get hurt or worse, get your shoes all muddy." He teased, always thinking that you were one step behind him when it came to anything physical. "It's not like it's an actual match, what's the harm in letting her play?" Niall spoke up, Louis grunting in response. "Fine, but if she gets hurt she's your responsibility." Louis threw his hands up and he ran to his side of the field with Liam and Zayn in tow. Your team was comprised of Niall and Harry. Being One Direction, they were able to rent out a stadium for the day to relax. You provided Harry and Niall with a quick intel of what you knew that Louis didn't know and decided that you were going to surprise him. You and Harry were on the field while Niall was goalie. Zayn and Liam were on the field for Lou's team, leaving him in the goalie spot. After a few runs and him seeing how much of the game you really knew (which was a lot), Louis and Liam traded. He was on the forward line as he got the ball, weaving past Harry easily and trying to kick into your goal from halfway across the field. As soon as the ball left the grass, you knew something bad was about to go down. He had kicked the ball with a strong trajectory, aimed right for you by accident. You managed to get hit in the stomach so hard it knocked you to the ground. Louis was the first one by your side, knees sliding on the wet mud as you clutched your stomach in "pain". Soccer players: famous for faking it. "Love are you okay?! I'm so sorry, so so sorry baby!" Louis had his hand on your back as soon as possible, trying to lull a pain that didn't really hurt, not that he could know. Out of surprise, you pounced on him like a cat, knocking him off balance and onto his back. "I think I win this round." You laughed, pecking him on the lips. "And look, I'm fine. I've told you before Tomlinson: I always end up on top." You laughed as you stood up, helping him up as well. "Now I'm headed to the showers, and you're welcome to join to make up for hitting your girlfriend." His eyebrows raised as he muttered a 'how did I get so lucky' and smacked your bum as he raced you to the showers.
Why the heck am I’m starting to ship a tiger and a panda……
I mean there’ clearly trying to portray a strong platonic friendship bond which them and there doing it beautifully, showing how Tigress is starting to respect and care for Po after the first film (which you can sort of see develop in the TV show) and its great to have a male and female lead just have a strong friendship that doesn’t end in them getting together but……
The way its written in how there’ not trying to easily ship them together and letting their relationship come naturally and realistically just gives them more of chemistry and connection that’s really charming.The little bits of them just interacting on how normally, how they got each other back ( just go back and watch kfp2 and see how many times Tigress is saving/babysitting/protecting Po) and its not like they fully dependent on each other, there capable of handling themselves but those small moments gets more of a subtle hint of there being more than just friendship. Its not right in your face,not lovely dopey,its natural,developed,and still going. Po and Tigress are simply friends (and probably will be by the end of the series) at the moment, but they’re always picking each other up when one fall down, supporting each other and trying to understand each others situation. This is the kind of stuff for a strong relationship.
I’m shipping a tiger and a panda……..what has this series done to me, curse you good writing!