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Realization

**Chapter 38**

Tears spilled down my cheeks as I went to find Niall and Zayn. I was running around for what felt like hours, trying to find any familiar face in the crowd. It was a difficult task considering the fact that I couldn't see two steps in front of me. The tears were becoming blinding and unbearable. I had stopped in the living room where I had left Zayn and Niall, but they had disappeared from their spot. I looked around me, feeling the panic start to suffocate me as I gasped for air.

"Niall!" I yelled, feeling my fears and weakness take control of my body. I shook with terror, wanting desperately to have Niall with me by my side again. Out of nowhere, I felt a hand grab me and turn me around. Through my blurry vision, I couldn't make out who it was, and I was scared that it could have been Harry. I followed my gut instinct and started punching the figure as hard as I could.

I heard the figure groan in pain, "Ah, Julina! Stop hitting me!" they said, and tightened their grip around my wrists to somewhat stop me from hitting them. I recognized the voice immediately and looked up to see a more noticeable face.

"Niall!" I cried, now shedding tears of happiness and relief. I threw my arms around  his neck, hugging him tightly. 

"Julina, are you alright? Liam was going mad looking for you. Have you found him yet?" he asked, pulling me out of the hug and putting me at arms reach to look me over. 

"I'm fine Niall. We have to go now! I'll explain everything that's going on as soon as we leave!" I said, frantically pulling him towards the door. Before we could leave, I heard glass breaking in the kitchen as well as Harry and Liam yelling many different profanities at each other. Part of me wanted to leave and never ever return like Liam had asked me to do. Then there was another part of me that really needed to help Liam, regardless of what he told me to do. 

I decided, against my better judgement, to let go of Niall's hand. I turned around and started to push my way through the crowd of people. Niall grabbed my hand again to stop me, "Julina, you can't go back in there! You're gonna get hurt!" Niall yelled through the loud music.

I shook my head, "Niall, I just can't leave Liam here! He's gonna get hurt if I don't help him." I said pausing for a moment. The music suddenly turned off and I could here everything that was going on in the kitchen. The violence was growing louder and louder and I just needed to make it stop, "Niall, I want you to go find Zayn so he can help us."

"But-" Niall said, feeling a little hesitant.

I pulled my hand out of his and looked up at him, "Niall, every minute we stand here is another minute Liam is getting hurt. It's killing me knowing I can't help him. I'm going to go help him with or without you!" I yelled, growing more angry with each passing second, "But it's going to be a lot harder to try and help him if I don't have your help." I said, a little calmer.

Niall nodded, "I'll go find Zayn." he said.

"Thank you!" I said. I turned around and continued to push through the people in the crowd, each one of them giving me dirty looks as I bumped into them.

When I finally reached the front of the crowd, I couldn't believe my eyes. Harry was on top of Liam, brutally hammering his fist into Liam's bloodied up face. I couldn't bare to watch it, and it made me sick to even hear these people around them, cheering Harry on as if he were their favorite MMA fighter. I was so tired of seeing people beat on Liam. First it was Louis, now it's Harry. Anger burned through me hearing and seeing all of this, and I couldn't contain myself anymore. I was going to stop this once and for all.

I charged up to Harry and I punched him in the side of his head, making him fall off Liam, "Leave him the fuck alone, Harry!" I growled, standing in front of Liam to protect him. I could tell Liam got a good few punches in because Harry's face was bruised up. His left eye was swelling up and growing more discolored by the second, his nose looked broken and was bleeding everywhere. I couldn't stand the sight of him. He grew uglier and uglier every passing minute.