One Direction Preferences

Preference 37- Danger, (LIAM AND NIALL, PART 2.)

Danger, (LIAM & NIALL, PART 2):

Liam: "Shit, no." I mumble as I see (Y/N)'s head disappear under the water. For the past minute I've been watching her, struggling. I wanted to run. I thought she was just messing around, but as her head goes under I know she's not joking around. At full speed I run into the ocean, hearing the boys murmuring things to themselves. With my t-shirt and shorts on I dive as I get up to waist height water. Swimming as fast as I can to get to her before she gets too far down. It seems like she's a world away, so I have to swim faster. I can hear people shouting in the distance, but I can't make out what they're saying. I can see the shadow of her body slowly making its way down. Finally, I get to her. Having to go underwater to retrieve her. As I pick her up and swim back up to resurface I feel something against my leg. Hoping that it's not something that could kill us both I turn around, only to be met by Louis and someone I've never seen before. "She alright?" Louis asks, helping me carry her. She's not heavy but in water it's going to be hard to get her back to shore. "I don't know." I say truthfully, I'm scared. I've never been in this situation before. I'm scared. Her body feels limp, lifeless. I can't think like this though. She's going to be fine, when she regains her consciousness she'll be fine. This other man must be a doctor or something, someone who was watching on the situation and knew he would be able to help. I look at him and he smiles, then I realize that we're still in the water, if we don't move we might end up like (Y/N) did. We all start to swim back to shore, making sure (Y/N) stays above the surface all the time. As soon as I could feel the sand in between my toes I put her down, if she has water in her lungs it needs to get out. There's a crowd of people and paparazzi surrounding us, to be honest, I don't want any of them here. What's going to happen could be serious or not, I certainly don't want them to be snooping around everything. The man who I think is a doctor takes over looking after (Y/N) so I get up and walk over to everyone who's watching. "I'm sorry, I don't want to sound rude here. But do you think this is some kind of show you can all watch? Whatever's happened to (Y/N) could be really serious. I know you're all probably really interested and want to know what's going to happen but just do me a favor and go away? You're causing more trouble and when (Y/N) wakes up all she's going to see is you crowding around and making her feel worse than she's probably feeling right now." I finish and I can feel my blood boil. People can be so bloody nosey. Most of the crowd seems to clear off, but some of them stay. I just let them. They're not pleasing anyone; I hate them for being so insensitive. I walk back over to where (Y/N) and this man who I don't know is. (Y/N)'s still lying down but she's not unconscious anymore. I almost do a leap of glee when I see her lying with a smile on her face. Louis's sat next to her talking to her and the man is on his phone, talking to someone. I get to her and sit next to her, taking her hand in mine. "Are you okay?" I ask frantically. She sits up, giving me a small smile, "Yeah. I think so." She looks back over to the man on the phone, "Who's he ringing?" She asks, moving her head around looking at the few people who are still crowding around us. Louis looks over in the direction (Y/N) is looking and answers her, "An ambulance, he works in medics and he thinks you're okay but wants you to go to hospital just to make sure you're okay." He says to (Y/N) who looks washed out. "What happened anyways?" Louis asks again, I feel like if I talk. I'll cry. "I was just swimming, I was about to come back to shore but then I got this really bad cramp in my thigh and I just couldn't move it anymore." Her voice is shaky, so is her hands. She could be in shock. I try to shush her, pulling her into me and whispering things into her ear to make her calm down. After a while the ambulance arrives and takes (Y/N) and the rest of us to the hospital where she's checked over. She's absolutely fine, she just got a shock. I'm glad she's okay; I don't know what I would of done without her.

Niall: I'm on my way home after a stressful day at the recording studio. Management are pushing me to do this solo, which I don't want to do and they're being more stropey than usual. I just want to go home and have a relaxed evening with (Y/N). My phone is on my knee; I didn't have anywhere else to put it once I got in the car. As soon as I stop at a red light my phone rings, a number I've never seen before. I answer and put it on loudspeaker, "Hello?" I answer, waiting for the person on the other end of the line to speak, "Hi, Niall?" A female voice from the other end sounds, I really hope my number hasn't been leaked, "Yes, this is Niall..." The lady clears her throat then begins to speak again, her voice having to be risen because of the background noise, "This is (Y/N)'s work friend, Claire." She stops, moving around, (Y/N)'s talked about her before so I have a vivid idea on who she is, "(Y/N)'s been in an accident at work, it wasn't an accident really. But she's just been taken to the hospital now, don't worry, it's nothing major but I think you should come down here now. I got your number off of the computer, (Y/N) has you down as an emergency number." She sounds serious; my heart starts to race, what could be so dangerous that she has to be taken to the hospital because of it? "Okay, I'm on my way." I hang up and immediately turn the car around, putting aside all of the horn beeps from other people. I go to the hospital that is closest to the office building. Hoping that she's there and I've gone to the right hospital I run in through the automatic doors, immediately going over to the reception desk. "(Y/N) (Y/S/N)? What room is she in? Is she in this hospital?" I ask frantically. I could be in the wrong hospital, I don't even know. I'm too worried; millions of things are swirling around in my very confused head. "Yes, sir. Calm down. She's in room 45. Up the stairs then to your right." She points me in the direction then I bolt off. Dodging all the other patients making their way around the hospital. I run up the stairs quicker than I ever have in my life, then I turn right. Just as the lady on the desk had informed me to do. I scan the numbers on the doors, "43," I whisper, moving along the corridor, "44..." I say again then look at the next door along. "45." I smile and open the door gently. On the other side revealing (Y/N), still in her work attire being questioned by a police officer. "What the hell is going on?" I ask, rushing over to her, checking her over to make sure she's not broken or bruised. "Can you have a seat please?" An officer asks me, I do so and sit next to (Y/N) on the hospital bed. "What happened after he held the gun to your head?" The officer asks, quite casually, I'm shocked. I look at (Y/N) who's looking at me with tear stained cheeks and glossy eyes. "Gun?" I whisper, I can't believe this. (Y/N) almost died. She turns back to the police man and answers the question, "'After he held the gun to my head I pressed the button to the floor below so that I would get out much quicker. The doors to the lift opened and I fell back, he fell beside me and got up much quicker than I did. I just stood still." She whispers, looking into space, her voice pained, "Someone came over to help, I didn't see who it was, but he fired at them and shot them." The policeman questioning her scribbles everything down onto a notepad and nods for her to go on. More and more tears fall and her voice is shaky. She starts to say something else but I cut her off and turn to face the policeman, "Could you give her some space? Please. She's traumatized. Literally, I mean, look at her. I'm really sorry for being blunt but she doesn't need to reminisce it again, give her some time." I almost plead for him to stop talking. He nods solemnly and walks away, out of the room along with everyone else. Giving us some time to talk about things. I look at her, her eyes still on the same spot as before, "(Y/N), look at me please." I turn her head to make her look at me. Her expression is pained and unclear. Almost a twisted expression. "It should have been me." She says. I immediately bring her into my arms, "No, (Y/N) no." She starts to sob again, sending her body into a fit of shakes. "Don't say that. You're safe now." I don't even bother asking her what happened. I don't want to trouble her, before anyone is asking her any more questions she can calm down, she's still in a fragile state. I just sit there, not saying anything else to her. I let her cry and cry, that's what she needs. She can't keep it bottled up inside her. After two hours we're lying on the very uncomfortable hospital bed, (Y/N) asleep beside me. I'm going to take her home when she wakes up. She can sleep all she likes, maybe I'll join her. Tomorrow I'm going to do everything I can to take her mind off of what happened today.

**I'M SO SORRY THESE MIGHT BE CRAP. I rushed Niall's because we need my laptop to watch something. So, I'll post Harry's tomorrow. My school breaks up for half term on Thursday so I'll be updating A LOT. I'm so EXCITED! 6+votes for Harry's part!:)**