Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

Red Carpet Incident

Have you ever wondered why Y/N always ends up getting hurt

yeah, me too 🤣

Jk, i just wanna highlight how attentive and protective the boys are, especially when its Y/N at risk.

anyway enjoy this chapter!

happy reading, everyone! 💖

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The lights flashed in rapid bursts, cameras clicking nonstop as One Direction stepped onto the red carpet. Y/N, the sixth member of the band, stood in the middle, her hand loosely linked with Liam’s. The boys looked dapper in their suits, Y/N shining in her outfit that perfectly matched the group’s aesthetic. The night was alive with energy, screams from fans growing louder with every step they took.

“Hey, don’t forget to smile, yeah?” Liam leaned over to whisper into Y/N’s ear. She rolled her eyes playfully, nudging him with her elbow.

“Liam, you’re worse than a pageant mom,” she teased back, flashing a bright grin for the cameras.

Louis was a few steps ahead, waving animatedly at the crowd while Harry and Niall engaged with fans along the sidelines. Zayn hung back with Liam and Y/N, keeping a protective watch. It was their typical award show chaos—hectic yet thrilling, with thousands of fans screaming their names.

But in a blink, that chaotic thrill took a dangerous turn.

As they walked along, fans reached out, hoping to catch even a moment of connection with their favorite band members. Y/N smiled at a fan holding a poster with her name on it and leaned in slightly to wave back. That’s when it happened.

A surge from the crowd caused the barriers to buckle slightly, sending a wave of pressure forward. Y/N, caught off guard, felt hands grab at her jacket and arms. A particularly strong shove from behind sent her stumbling.

“Y/N, watch out!” Zayn called, but it was too late.

She tried to catch herself, but with the carpet's slippery surface and the force of the push, she fell forward. Instinctively, she braced her fall with her arm. Pain shot through her shoulder, white-hot and blinding, as she crumpled to the ground. The world seemed to spin for a moment, the screams and camera flashes turning into a confusing blur.

“Y/N!” Liam's voice cut through the noise like a knife. He was at her side in seconds, helping her up. “Are you alright?”

Y/N tried to nod, but her breath hitched as another wave of pain shot through her shoulder. She could feel herself starting to panic, her vision narrowing as the pain became overwhelming.

Louis and Niall rushed over, both of them looking panicked. Harry was already signaling for security to control the crowd.

“What happened?” Louis demanded, eyes wide as he crouched beside her.

“She got pushed,” Zayn explained, his voice strained with worry. “I think she’s hurt.”

Y/N tried to wave them off, forcing a weak smile. “I’m fine, really—”

But when she tried to move her arm, the pain was too much. She winced, her face turning pale. Liam’s arm tightened around her, his expression darkening. "Ow.."

“Yeah, you’re definitely not fine,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Let’s get her backstage.”

But before they could move, Louis snapped, turning toward the crowd with fire in his eyes. “What the hell was that? You can’t just push someone down like that! Have some respect!”