Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

Amidst The Chaos

Hi!!

I hope you all are liking the book so far!

I feel like this chapter is a bit cringey hehe but I hope you all will like it.

Happy reading, everyone!

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the bustling scene outside the hotel where One Direction was staying. Excited fans crowded the sidewalk, clutching posters, memorabilia, and phones, eager for a glimpse of their favorite band.

Y/N stood among her bandmates, her heart swelling with pride and love as she watched them interact with their admirers, their laughter filling the air.

"Y/N! Over here!" a fan called, waving a handmade sign decorated with glitter and heartfelt messages.

"Sure thing!" Y/N responded, stepping forward to pose for a picture with the young girl. She wrapped her arms around the fan, flashing a wide smile for the camera, while the girl beamed with joy.

The scene was filled with excitement as Zayn signed an autograph, Niall cracked jokes, and Harry flashed his charming grin at a group of fans nearby.

The atmosphere buzzed with energy, a joyous chaos that enveloped everyone present. Yet, amidst the laughter and cheers, a darker shadow loomed in the background. A girl pushed her way through the crowd, her expression frantic and intense. Y/N barely caught a glimpse of her before the chaos of the moment swept her away.

"Can we take a selfie?" another fan asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Absolutely!" Y/N replied, trying to stay present in the moment as she posed for yet another picture. The excitement of the fans was contagious, but Y/N felt a faint chill run down her spine. She dismissed it, focusing instead on the joy around her.

As she leaned in closer to the picture, the chaotic energy of the crowd surrounded her. Laughter echoed as Harry jokingly attempted to dance with a group of fans, while Louis shouted some playful banter in response to Niall's antics.

But just as the laughter peaked, the unexpected happened. A sharp, aggressive voice broke through the cheerful chaos. "Come here, you brat!"

Y/N didn't see the attack coming. As she turned, something sharp sliced through her forearm. A jolt of pain shot through her, and her breath caught, a gasp escaping her lips. The fan who'd attacked her was already retreating into the crowd, vanishing as quickly as she had appeared.

Blood began to seep from the wounds, soaking into her sleeve as she tried to maintain her composure. The noise around her—laughter, cheers, and the sound of fans shouting for photos—masked the soft cry of pain that slipped from her. 

She pressed her hand against the wounds, trying to stop the bleeding, but her legs felt unsteady, and dizziness began to creep in.

Her mind was still spinning from the shock of the attack. Why had the fan done this? The questions rattled in her brain, but there was no time to process them. The throbbing in her arm intensified, pulling her focus back to the present, to the urgent need to get out of the crowd.

Zayn noticed the faint tremble in her body, the way she was gripping her arm. His eyes drifted to her hand, and a flicker of realization hit him when he saw the blood seeping through her sleeve. His face immediately dropped from its usual calm to one of alarm.

"Y/N!" he exclaimed, his voice low but urgent, his hand instinctively reaching out to steady her. He felt her body shake under his touch. "Hey, what happened?"

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but the words caught in her throat as another wave of dizziness swept over her. Her vision blurred for a moment, but she tried to shake it off, still fighting to keep her composure.