Drunk on Fame (1D fanfic)

4 - Liam

~~~ Liam ~~~

Screaming. That's all I could hear. Screaming and crying. Someone was trying to speak to me but the deafening screeches drowned their voice out completely. The fans screamed louder, if that was possible, as I cast my gaze across them. All I could see was open mouths and red faces. I just wished they would stop sometimes... just be quiet for two minutes whilst the interview took place. A rattling noise came to my ear, as I witnessed the heavy metal fence seperating us from the rabid girls tumble over. Security rushed to it, but no-one could stand a chance against the driven, hardcore fangirls. My eyes widened as they charged toward us. I could hear Louis shouting to me as the rest of the boys ran for their lives. Literally. But I was frozen. the screams got louder, and louder until they were upon me...

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"Shit." I exclaimed, realsing I'd been dreaming again.

I sat up fast in bed, twitching open the curtain to check for any girls. None. I was almost dissapointed. In some ways I missed when there were hundreds of fans outside, waiting for one glimpse of us. It was exciting, knowing that they'd turned up to see me. But now we had no fans, only passers by, wandering about. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach, thinking of 'the old days'. It had been such an amazing experience, and I had shared it with my four best friends. My heart sank thinking of them... they had mucked up their lives so completely, that I was almost ashamed that I knew them. Almost. My kidney had prevented me from turning to the drink when the fans and media got too much, and now I was thankful for the fact that if I had started drinking, I would've most probably been hospital-bound for a good part of my life. I was so glad that I still had a good, stable life to live. What depressed me the most was that I was marked with the same brush as the boys. I hadn't been caught sleeping with people or doing drugs, so the media decided I was a raging alcaholic, despite my condition which prevented me. No-one knew that I was still the same person, too scared to hurt a fly, and no-one cared.