Wrong Number [N.H.]

Chapter 20

"Liam! Mariah! Over here!"

Both Liam and I shoved past the huge crowd in the hallway. We had left his hotel room to go down to the pub to find Niall- seeing that it was an hour since I had last seen him.

The paparazzi had gone crazy after we had left the room, seeing we had been in there quite awhile by ourselves- and not to mention the mess that I would call hair on my head that had been messed up after I'd been basically attacked on the street an hour before now that if you wouldn't know right would seem like some hair had been grabbed- if you know what I mean.

We walked fine a few yards down the hallway until my shoulder was grabbed. Liam seemed to notice right as it happened and he shoved the prying hand away and wrapped his arms around me protectively, keeping hands away. This only made the paparazzi crazier. Hands went everywhere, flashing lights filled the hallways, and the only way we could make our way down the hallway is by people shoving us forward.

It was horrible, and me being extremely claustrophobic was not helping at all. The tight space had my breathing messed up, and I heaved every now and then. I wasn't able to breath, and I could feel my oxygen slowly fading. I felt as if I was about to pass out.

A little while later I knew I was about to burst, so I turned to Liam and I screamed, "Get me out."

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Liam scooped me up, wrapping my legs around him for better grip and he held me close to him, shoving his way past people and running down the hall. He kept screaming for people to move, and kept screaming at them that I couldn't breathe.

The flashes and shoving only got worse though, and Liam was struggling more and more to keep hold of me. I just kept holding tight to his shirt, though, trying my best to keep myself up.

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I couldn't take it.

I felt like I was going to die. My breathing grew heavy and loud, and I could not take all of it.

Liam took the nearest exit, and though it wouldn't help my breathing, it would get everybody away.

Liam leapt through the crowd and to a lift, pushing the down button and nervously hitting the wall beside the door, impatient as he yelled at it to hurry up.

Soon the doors opened and Liam jumped in, and closed the doors as quick as he could.

When the doors shut he let me down, and I collapsed.

I sat on the floor, breathing hard and heavy. I was slowly calming down, though.

Liam had kneeled down beside me, his hand on my back and rubbing small circles. "Breathe, Mariah. You're alright."

I tried hard to breathe but I was still awfully nervous because I knew in a few seconds I had a huge chance that there was going to be another huge crowd out there waiting.

The soothing voice and contact seemed to do some effect on me though and it became a lot easier to control my harsh breathing and I started breathing normally.

I soon felt well enough to stand, though I still gripped tightly onto the lift's railing, trying to keep balance.

Soon after the doors opened, and to my surprise, nobody rushed in. It was actually quite silent outside.

Liam, still being protective, gathered one arm around my shoulders and held onto me as we walked across the street.

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"Niall!" Liam called out when he spotted the blonde Irish somewhere near a group of guys.

Niall turned around to face us. His face was pale and flushed and his eyes seemed to flicker on and off of us, as if he couldn't quite see us correctly. He still, somehow someway, made his way towards us without a problem.

"Liam!" Niall slurred as he got closer. "What's with you and-"

I didn't let him finish. I leaned forward and slapped the smirk off of his face and grabbed his wrist real tight. "What the fuck did you think you were doing, Niall? You left me!"

Niall stumbled back a ways, his eyes widening slightly and a shocked look crossing his face. "What'd that been for?"

"For leaving me out here alone!"

"I told you I was going to the loo! Didn't ya hear?"

"You said that, yeah, and then you were gone for an hour!" I spat.

"Ed was down there! Said a quick hello!"

"He's in Ireland, you piece of fucking shit!" I yelled. I felt as if he was actually minding me now, seeing he was shrinking back slightly and not saying much, so I kept on.

"I liked you. I loved you so much. I thought about you and talked about you every damn minute of my fucking life because I thought you were a good person- and then when I finally met you, you hardly even talk to me." I spat, venom in my words. "You just get drunk down at a pub and leave me to the fans- and you know what?"

Niall didn't say much for a few seconds. He was practically speechless, except for one word he could somehow manage out. "What?"

"I hate you!"

--A/N--

Alright. So this chapter was absolute shit.

I just tried to get something going on and then at first when I was writing it I thought "hey it's pretty good" but then when I read over it I was like "whoa its horrible" so yeah.. It's 909 words, pretty sure, so I don't want to delete the chapter because god knows it takes me forever to write 100 words..

But thanks for reading and thanks so much for all the views comments and votes they're all great!!

Love you lots,

~Addilyn xx