Wrong Number [N.H.]

Chapter 19

"Niall?"

I shoved through the crowd, avoiding drunks who grabbed at my sides and tried to grind on me.

Niall had told me he was going to take a quick wee, and I knew I shouldn't have let him leave- especially after he had become a drunken mess. He had stumbled on his own feet, he slurred on his words, and could barely tell his phone from his drink.

I kept walking through the crowd, still calling his name.

Suddenly, I was pulled back with two broad arms. I squeaked in surprise, falling slightly into the person behind me.

He tripped backward when I fell, but still chuckled and held onto me.

I flipped backwards in his arms, facing him.

I stumbled back in shock when I realised that Niall wasn't the one that had grabbed onto me, and it was a completely random guy. I shrunk away slightly as he began reaching towards me again, and slapped his hand away.

He still reached anyway, a smirk on his pale face and a devilish flare in his dark eyes.

"Don't you fucking touch me." I about growled. He turned away and before he could turn back, I walked away, continuing to call Niall's name.

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After I had searched, texted, and called him for the next 5 minutes, I decided to give up.

I made my way out of the pub, pushing through the Exit doors- and almost right as I walked out the door there were screams, flashes, and people running towards me.

I jumped back in fright, nearly tripping on my wedged heels as people gathered around me, and I could hear the faint screams of,

"Who are you?"

"Are you Niall's girlfriend?"

"Is Niall in the pub?"

"Did you and Niall fight?"

I could hardly hear them, seeing they were mixed with the screams of people as they gathered closer.

I began feeling claustrophobic, feeling them close in on me. I felt as if I couldn't breath and any moment all of my air would-

Somebody shoved me and sent me down to the ground, and at that moment, things were insane. People ran over and around me asking where Niall was, asking if I was his girlfriend, or just screaming.

I could feel somebody's heel smack straight into the side of my head and I shrunk close to the ground, putting my hands over my head and screaming for everybody to move.

Nobody moved though, and they just got worse and worse. More people gathered, stepping on and off of me, leaving painful prints on my body.

Then suddenly they all went away.

I couldn't look up though, not after all of them had trampled me. I was afraid they might come back and I would get ran over- again.

Then there was somebody tugging on my arm. I had to move to that, seeing my body was too numb to do much fighting back.

The grip was pretty large and strong, and at that moment I knew somebody was grabbing me and I wasn't coming back, and there was no point in fighting back. So I let them pick me up and drag me away.

Across the street, into a building, up a staircase, and through another set of doors.

Finally after the last set of doors we had stopped and I was set down- almost gentle like.

I then looked up to meet eyes of the person who had grabbed me, and I was mighty surprised to see Liam.

His face was straight, a frown had formed on it, and his eyes crinkled. He didn't really say anything as he walked into the restroom and came back with a wet rag, a towel, and some antibiotic cream.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

Liam got on his knees, grabbing the wet rag and wiping my knee gently. "You've skinned your knee." He murmured before rubbing some antibiotic cream on it.

"I could've done it."

Liam looked up at me questionably after grabbing a bandage and quickly covering the small wound. "Done what?"

"I could've put the stuff on."

Liam shook his head, looking over my knee one last time before standing up and throwing all the waste away in a bin on the wall.

"Nope. That's what I'm here for." Liam mumbled, walking to his refrigerator that leaned against the wall beside the door. He then opened it and grabbed two waters.

Liam shut it and walked towards me, handing me a water and sitting beside me.

I opened it and took a quick drink before setting it on the nightstand beside me.

"Where's Niall?" I asked.

"Not sure. Probably still down at the pub." Liam said with a small shrug. He leaned back and rested his head on the wall behind him, placing his hands behind his head. "You're fine, right?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yes- and thanks, by the way."

"No problem. It's what I do."

--A/N--

SO I'M FREAKING OUT

DID ANYBODY SEE NIALL'S OUTFIT AT BBC MUSIC AWARDS

I PUT A PICTURE OF IT UP BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO FEEL MY PAIN ily guys

Hope you enjoyed the chapter (and the picture ;) )

~Addilyn xx