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A scene from my friend's fanfic, Hotblack, for her birthday. You can read it here.

It only lasted a few days.

Kendall was walking down Rodeo drive with Carlos, Logan, and James when they were spotted by a reporter. He hounded them for blocks. Even called in a few friends, all of them watching as he began to demand what Kendall thought of his new reputation as sexist, cruel, a monster.

James could see the way Kendall's fingers clenched into fists, the way the desire to punch this man in his snide face was ripping through his body. He could also see the deep seated fear that what the man said was true. If Kendall acted the way he wanted, he would prove himself to be a total beast in the eyes of the public.

Everything was on the line- his self-worth, his reputation, his image.

James didn't have anything to lose. He'd meant it when he'd said he wouldn't let anyone hurt his friends.

He hit the reporter square in the jaw, and the second the idiot went down, James kicked his camera hard against the wall of the nearest store. The glass of the lens shattered across the pavement, sparkling and deadly. Now everyone in the nearby vicinity was taking his picture, paps and bystanders alike, and nobody was looking at Kendall.

Which is why they all missed his tiny smile of thanks.

It was well worth the sore knuckles.

Description
A scene from my friend's fanfic, Hotblack, for her birthday. You can read it here.

It only lasted a few days.

Kendall was walking down Rodeo drive with Carlos, Logan, and James when they were spotted by a reporter. He hounded them for blocks. Even called in a few friends, all of them watching as he began to demand what Kendall thought of his new reputation as sexist, cruel, a monster.

James could see the way Kendall's fingers clenched into fists, the way the desire to punch this man in his snide face was ripping through his body. He could also see the deep seated fear that what the man said was true. If Kendall acted the way he wanted, he would prove himself to be a total beast in the eyes of the public.

Everything was on the line- his self-worth, his reputation, his image.

James didn't have anything to lose. He'd meant it when he'd said he wouldn't let anyone hurt his friends.

He hit the reporter square in the jaw, and the second the idiot went down, James kicked his camera hard against the wall of the nearest store. The glass of the lens shattered across the pavement, sparkling and deadly. Now everyone in the nearby vicinity was taking his picture, paps and bystanders alike, and nobody was looking at Kendall.

Which is why they all missed his tiny smile of thanks.

It was well worth the sore knuckles.