S/O to Sam for the prompt idea :D you should follow her she is amazing

Sam and Zayn:
"No Zayn I'm tired of it! Every single fucking night! It's like I don't exist to 
you anymore" she was in tears already, and it made me feel like shit, knowing I 
was the reason for those tears. "No Sam it's not like that! We were just dancing 
and she got a little, handsy and I'm drunk and it's not like-" "Zayn it's always 
the same excuse. I was drunk, she came on to me, blah blah blah. I'm done Zayn." 
and she grabbed her things and walked to the door, "I'm sorry Zayn, I honestly 
thought we had something, goodbye." and she left, I wanted to go after her I 
really did, but I couldn't move. I couldn't think. I really hurt her this time. 
When I finally realized and processed what just happened a good 10 minutes had 
passed. I grabbed my jacket and ran out the door. I had to find her. I had to, I 
loved her, and I needed to prove it. But where would she go, she was visiting me 
on tour. I checked the lobby of the hotel, nothing. I ran out the back door and 
went looking for her. It was late, and cold, and dark. "Sam!" I yelled but I got 
no response. "Sam!" but nothing. I ran down the block and turned a corner when I 
herd a voice, Sam's voice. "No please!" it was saying, "please don't! I'll give 
you anything else please just get off me." I turned into a dark alley and saw 
her pushed onto a wall with a tall muscular man pinning her up by the arms. "Get 
of her!" I yelled running towards him, "Leave her alone!" he stood up straight, 
he beat me by almost a whole foot. And his arms were huge. I took a step back 
and took a breath. "go away kid," he said in a deep harsh voice. "I said get off 
my girlfriend." "Oh YOUR girlfriend," he said with a laugh. He pulled out a 
knife then and held it up to her face, her soft beautiful face. "don't you dare 
hurt her!" I said trying to make myself look bigger. This made him laugh more, 
and in one quick motion he dropped her and swung at me hard. His fist connected 
with my nose and I herd a crunch. I swung back and hit his jaw hard, but I think 
it did more. Damage to me then him, but I swung again, and again. I didn't care 
how badly I got hurt as long as he didn't hurt her. Another hard blow hit my 
jaw. then another and another, until my face felt numb. "Stop! Please! Just 
leave him alone!" I heard Sam screaming between sobs. Then we heard sirens and 
he ran. "Zayn are you okay?" I saw her face hover above mine, "come on we need 
to clean you up." She helped me up and we walked into the nearest resturant. We 
snuck to the back to the womens bathroom before anyone could notice. We walked 
into the bathroom and she locked the door behind her. "sit." she said pointing 
to the bathroom counter. She grabbed some paper towels and got them wet. "Let me 
see..." she grabbed my face gently, her warm hands felt nice, familiar. Like 
home. How could I have her hurt her. I felt a pain in my stomach, and it wasn't 
from the fight I jut got into, it was guilt. "you shouldn't have done that, you 
could've gotten yourself killed." "He would've raped you, or killed you if I 
hadn't come after you. But I guess it's my fault you were out in the first 
place. I'm sorry Sam, I really am, I love you." I could see her fighting back 
the tears as she wiped the dirt and blood from my face. "I really do." I said 
again. I rested my forehead on hers, and she stopped wiping my face clean. "Zayn 
I-" "no stop. I will NEVER hurt you ever again, I guess it took almost loosing 
you to realize how in love with you I am. Please Sam, I don't want to loose 
you." we looked into eachothers eyes, and she nodded, "I love you too Zayn." I 
couldn't help but break out into a huge smile, I picked her up and kissed her, 
and we twirled, very cheesy corny stuff, but I didn't care. "I'm so sorry." 
"it's okay Zayn." "I will never do it again, I promise." "I know babe."