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Dead. That's how I feel. Well, that's how I'm supposed to feel. That's what I'm supposed to feel after a girl in the middle of a restaurant exploded in a fiery burst. As a matter of fact, I feel nothing. I mean, technically I wouldn't feel anything since my specialty is fire, but everyone else should feel at least some sort of heat. I open my eyes to take in my surroundings. And that's when I realize what is wrong with the situation. There are no surroundings. Everything is just black. And cold. I try to turn my head to the left and right, but my neck stiffens. My whole body feels like stone. My eyes widen in shock at my immobility. What the fuck is going on? Why the hell can't I move?
Suddenly, my body doesn't feel so rigid. My toes wiggle slightly in my shoes as the warm feeling of movement returns back to my body. But the shock never leaves my body. I blink a few times, the blackness surrounding me rippling and fading away slowly until all I see is a blur of colors. Blotches of dark khaki green on top of brown circling all around, a blanket of white on my feet, tiny blobs of bright low yellow light dotting a navy blue canvas. The blurred lines of the objects sharpen and sharpen until I realize where I am. And that's what confuses me. Because I was in the restaurant when the explosion occurred. Why am I outside?
"LIAM!"
"OH MY GOODNESS, YOU'RE ALRIGHT!"
I turn around and relief floods my entire body. Harry and Louis run towards me at full speed and collide into me, their arms clawing at my back and roughly patting my shoulders. I would've enjoyed the euphoric feeling of having my brothers with me, but something is missing. Someone is missing. My eyes widen at the lack of a certain angel. My angel.
"Where the hell is Niall?" I growl out. The stormy-eyed vampire and emerald-eyed werewolf immediately let go of me and take about two or three feet of steps. They frantically spin around, flitting their eyes back and forth in search of my blonde angel. I do the same, but as I look around there is nothing. Nothing in sight. No blonde princess anywhere.
Panic starts to blossom in my chest when I realize the one place that Louis, Harry and I didn't look at. The restaurant. My eyes immediately cloud with adrenaline and anxiety. But this is what I have to do. If my baby is in there, God forbid if he is burning, then I have to go in and save him.
"Liam! Don't you dare," Harry warns, but it enters through one ear and exits the other. My feet carry me towards the burning inferno that was once the restaurant - the restaurant that was meant to be the date location for me and Niall. I hear the two distinct voices of a vampire and werewolf screaming my name, but I could care less. They don't matter at the moment. Only Niall does.
The flames burn brighter and grow taller when I get closer and closer. My vision becomes slightly blurry as I feel the painful pangs of panic striking me to the core. The second I reach the wall of orange and yellow flames licking the cold wintery air, I wave my hand across my chest. Like a flipped switch, the flames scatter on both sides, creating a makeshift burning gateway for me to walk through. Except I hop through the fiery entrance.
The minute I enter the collapsing restaurant, the pungent stench of burning flesh assaults my nose. My nose on instinct scrunches at the horrid smell, but that is only a minor concern. Because as I snap my neck left and right, I don't see Niall. Because the stench of everything burning is so damn strong, I can't catch even a small whiff of his glorious harmony of vanilla, lavender and cinnamon.
I bring my hands and create a funnel around my mouth.
"NIALL!" I yell out, my voice reverberating throughout the burning remnants of the restaurant. But I get nothing. I call his name again, but I still don't get a response. I whirl around in a circle, the embers and flame tips gently tickling my skin. But there is no pain associated with the burns that will surely show up on my skin. The only pain and anguish I feel are emotional - the unbearable attacks of panic to my heart. Even though my throat is raw from all of my yells and pleas, I call out my baby's name one more time.
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Fragile Heart (Niam)
Fanfiction"Liam, even though we aren't good people, there's one thing that you need to understand." "Yes, Dad?" "There are people in this world who are fragile - like flowers. While our souls are darkened, we make sure that those people don't turn out lik...
