~I Promise~ {A Liam Payne Fan Fiction}

Chapter 1

I was in a dark alley. It was late at night and blood was everywhere. I was shivering, laying there on the ground like a helpless Chihuahua. My breaths were uneven and I was scared. I hope he doesn't come back. I heard footsteps and froze. I slowly opened my eyes to see a man, more like a boy, kneeling in front of me. I closed my eyes again and started to sob.

“Shh, it’s ok love. No one’s going to hurt you anymore.” “You’ll be ok.” Warm lips touched my bleeding forehead. I opened my eyes to see caring brown ones staring into mine. “I love your eyes.” He said. “I’m Liam.” “P-please help me Liam.” I cried into his grey shirt. “Just tell me what happened.” He said, lifting my chin with his hand. The tears fell from my cheeks as he picked me up. I could smell the tang of metal in the blood. “It’s ok love. You don’t have to say yet.” He said, kissing me again on the forehead. 

He picked me up. I wrapped my weak arms around his neck. He lifted me into a car, shutting the door. I yelped. He climbed into the seat next to me, buckling me in. He drove off swiftly.

"What's your name love?" He asked.

"B - Brandy." I studdered weakly. 

"That's a beautiful name." He said as we pulled into a parking lot. I closed my eyes when he picked me up. He swiftly walked away from the car and into a large building. It was a hospital. As I was being lifted onto a stretcher I realized how bad this really was. It has been a full day and I am still bleeding fresh blood. My head was throbbing and my right arm was numb. My left leg felt like shit.

I was lifted onto a bed and a rag was placed on my face. I didn't want to breathe it in, because I know what it would do. I had no other choice though, either face my death or have a chance of being saved. I breathed in, slipping into a deep, deep sleep.

Liam

"Will she be alright?" I said as a doctor walked out of the room.

"She's on the verge of death" he paused for a moment. I felt my heart stop. "But she is improving. She is currently on anesthesia, so she shouldn't be able to feel any pain. There won't be a response from her for around a day, so I suggest you go home." And with that, he left.

I walked out swiftly, wondering what to tell the boys. Hey there lads, uh, I just found a girl in an alley and took her to the hospital and she's on the verge of dying? Nope, doesn't fit.

I decided to take a walk for a while and sort things out in my head. This girl seemed so beautiful even when she was bleeding like heck. I sat down on a park bench and looked out at the dark park.

"What'ya doin here?" I heard a familiar Irish accent ring behind me. I turned around to see Niall who was strolling around, a heavy coat on. I realized I was freezing in only sweatpants and a gray T-Shirt. "Ya must be freezing!" He said, taking off his outer coat, revealing another one under it. I gladly pulled it on and leaned back in the chair.

"Niall?" My voice was flat. "Ya?"

"You see, I found this girl in an alley and she was bleeding to death. I did the right thing and-" 

"YOU KILLED HER?" Niall jumped to conclusion.

"Hell no!" I frowned. "I took her to the hospital. The doctor said she was on the brink of death but getting better, and was under anesthesia. He said there wouldn't be any response from her for a while, so I decided to take a walk." I explained.

"How long?" Niall said, sitting down next to me.

"About a day." I sighed, leaning over.

"What did she look like?"

"She had this brown hair with blood in it, these beautiful blue eyes, and she seemed so weak. She was beautiful, to be honest." I said. Niall sighed, leaning over as I leaned back. I heard a truck pull up and then flashing lights. I gripped Niall's wrist and ran. I don't need the paps taking pictures of me if I end up crying for some reason. I finally reached Niall's car. We were both out of breath. I climbed in the drivers seat as Niall climbed into the passenger seat and I drove off. I was finally away from the cruel paps.

We reached the hotel and I settled down. I had been pacing a while, thinking of Brandy. She was utterly beautiful and I couldn't believe that that would happen to an innocent girl. I sat on the couch. the rest of the boys, Harry, Louis, and Zayn barged through the door and turned on the Television. I looked at them suprised, then I realized what was on the TV.

"Popstar Liam Payne delivers teen to a hospital, stays a while, then barges out furiously. This girl, Brandy Norman, is on the verge of death. She was under anesthesia but is now awake and is asking for Liam. We have no clue where he is, but if he does come back and is watching this, tons of girls are yelling outside. Let's have a look into Brandy's room, shall we?" The screen cut to her room. It showed her with fresh blood bleeding, but she was cleaner. Her hair was a light brown and wavy, but was tangled. Her blue eyes were dull. I could see her mouth my name. "Brandy." I said quietly.

"Let's go." Harry said suddenly after the television was turned off. It was silent, but he broke it. I stood up and walked briskly out of the room. Louis drove us and we entered the back way. I ran to the desk. "We need to see Brandy Norman, I am Liam." "Room 45." The woman at the desk said with a monotone voice. I sprinted down the hall, jerking to a stop when I was in the dorway or Brandy's room. "L-Liam!" She cried out. I walked slowly over to her. She wrapped her scrawny arms around my neck. "Liam..." She started to say, then stopped. I looked at her like she was a small child.

Brandy

Liam's presence made me feel safe. He warmed me on the inside, even though I was hurting. "She broke a rid in two places. She also had a minor concussion and a fractured knee, but that was all. She also lost a lot of blood, so we might need a blood donor." I listened to the nurse explain. Crap. Ok. Uh. I'm screwed.

I was let out of the hospital five days later. Liam offered me a place to stay temporarily. I was just excited to have some actual food for once. "I need McDonalds." I mumbled as Liam and four other boys who are Niall, Louis, Harry, and Zayn. I found out they were the band One Direction and were ending their tour here in Australia.

"Wow." I said as I limped into the hotel room. I immediatly plopped onto the large sofa.

"You hungry?"

"STARVING." Niall sprang to his feet and so did Harry. Harry used to work at a bakery and Niall loves food, so that's a good cooking match. After yells and a fire extinguisher, my food from McDonalds  was done. Niall and Harry were making Pancakes but then Niall turned up the stove. It didn't turn out good. Liam just left to get me my food. I sat next to him on the couch, thinking life over as I ate. I wondered why he chose to help me. I'm just some useless burden they shouldn't have in their lives. But I was lucky to have lived. I can thank Liam for that.