Pressure // N.H.

{8} First Shift

"Harry let me die please" I muttered as the violent coughing begin to set in.

I couldn't see a thing or barely here but I could smell the fear pouring through Harry's nervous sweat.

"No I can't let you die. Do you know what Niall would do to me if I let you die? He'll murder me with his bare hands. And then you think I would go to heaven with you-no he'll find someone to make sure I go to hell"

Harry continued to drag me along the side of the road and I patiently waited for my time.

I began to cough harder. My initial was that I was coughing up saliva but Harry screamed otherwise.

"What the fuck? Charlie" I felt his long index finger gently rub my mouth of the saliva.

"Your coughing up blood. Oh god you're not gonna die on me"

I let Harry continue to drag me along as I imagined that I could see the stars.

I believe it would be a navy blue sky with twinkling white lights in the sky with a cloud not in sight.

The moon would show briefly, to shine a dim light on us just so we know everything quad alright.

"Why is this happening? Niall said I would feel better when I shift" I said keeping my eyes shut with the fear that something might fall into them.

"You smelled the pheromones from the werewolf that invaded our house subconsciously. This is probably like the rarest way to shift and the most lethal"

"Your body felt like this was it. This was the attack that was going to kill you so it started attacking you from the inside out."

Harry now wrapped his arms around my waist picking me up to my feet before he finally just carried me in his arms.

"Harry's change my mind. Don't let me die"

"I won't" Harry hugged before I smelled the familiar smell of dominance and I began to hear Niall talk.

There was no doubt I couldn't see but I could smell the salt from someone's else's blood between his slender fingers and splattered into his well kept blonde hair.

"Niall" I reached my hand out in the air before his sticky fingers clasped on mine.

"I did what I had to do" Niall huffed as I began to cough again. This time more severely as if my organs were coming up my throat and out of my mouth.

"Damn I really don't want her to die" Louis said before his soft fingers wiped my crimson stained lips.

"What do we do?" Harry asked almost holding back a cry.

I could almost feel all eyes on Niall as he sighed.

"We have to let it happen. She's already to far into the process. We can take her home and let her shift in the backyard where we can keep an eye on her"

"All it took was one werewolf to change our little beta" Louis said pinching my cheek a little before I felt us moving again.

Each step Harry took, I felt the pain become almost too much to bear.

I shuffled in Harry's arms as he held on tight, practically letting his tears fall onto my pain ridden flesh.

"Alright. Put her down" Niall exhaled as I felt my body gently and cautiously be placed on a bed of grass.

I could still hear them standing around me as I squirmed some more.

My thoughts had no longer become my own.