Imagine.. Rated R edition

Hope - Reader & Liam Payne

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"Liam!" you squeal, lagging behind the speed walker, Liam Payne.

"Y/N!" he groans in a teasing way back as he pulls you behind him through the thick crowd of fans. "I'm sorry Loves!" he shouts to the screaming, crying fans. "We've got somewhere to be!"

"Why won't you tell us who she is!" they shout to him about you. "We've never seen her face! What's her name!? Liam!!"

Liam pulls you close as a fan swipes at your face and your gas station sunglasses crash against the ground. You hide your face in Liam's shoulder as you both are ushered by security even faster. Luckily, your wig was secured tightly by the infamous Lou Tisdale before you and Liam set out from the hotel you were staying at in NYC. Your identity was precious to you and in a circumstance like now, you even had contacts and defining makeup. Suddenly you feel a tug at your hair and the world seems to slow.

Liam is ripped away from you and you're pulled into the crowd. Your burgundy wig slips off your head as the fans rip at you to find out who you are. You're knocked to the ground and they get pictures of you and your real hair color, but they don't know your real eye color or your true face complexion and you get relief in that. You hear shouting and the fans all turn to Liam who was bright faced and security tazing the girls around you. Liam scooped you off the ground and he ran the next yard or so until you were safely in the recording studio.

You're in tears as security locks the doors behind you and Harry rushes up to you and Liam who's face was still red with anger. You feel the anger off Liam as you cry into his grey sweatshirt, probably staining it with the pounds of makeup you have to wear.

"Oh my God! Y/N!" Harry pushes your matted hair from your face as security makes Liam leave you to get checked over. "What happened! Here, sit," he says, making you sit on a bench.

"They got me Harry," you whimper and hiccup, taking off your scarf and shakily taking off your coat.. "I thought they res-res-respected me e-enough.."

"Shhh," he holds you close and smooths out your hair, putting your scarf and coat on the other side of him.

"Y/N," Zayn says softly and calmly, sliding in next to you and slipping a cup of coffee in your hands. "I'm so sorry you got attacked," he tries to soothe you as he wipes the smeared make up from your face.

"Modest! is having us do a broadcast because of this," Niall says, slipping his phone in his pocket as Perrie walks quickly to you, Zayn and Harry with makeup remover.

"It's going to get ugly," Harrys sighs.

"All because of me," you say quietly, taking the case for your contacts from Louie who approaches you and the group with Eleanor. "I got hurt and who knows what happened to Liam-"

"I don't think Liam cares about himself right now," Eleanor states, holding a box of tissues. "From what Lou and I saw in the other hall, he's angry the fans did what they did to you."

"I mean it's her choice to stay hidden right?" Perrie asks no one in particular.

"I'd think so-" Eleanor bites her lip thinking.

"Liam probably needs you Y/N," Niall says, throwing the tissues away.

"Calm him down Love," Harry stands and brings you with him. "Before he kills someone."

"Okay," you say in a small voice and the group splits as you walk silently and alone down the hall.

Security simply point to the door on the right at the end of the hall and you slip in. Liam is squeezing a temper ball thing and you sit next to him, slipping your hand in his and he untenses. You lay your head on his shoulder in the comfortable silence that lingers and he sets the ball down.