Liam
"Would you get the fuck off of me!?" I shout at Louis, finally breaking free from his grasp on my shirt. I was too stunned by the sight of Niall on the ground to resist at first but now that I've recovered I easily push Louis away from me.
"Dude what the fuck?" He yells back at me, rubbing his shoulder where it hit the wall. He's such a baby. I didn't even push him that hard.
"I wasn't finished yet." I tell him, trying to make my way back to the room but Louis is standing in my way once again.
"You weren't finished? What else were you going to do? Niall was already on the ground. Were you gonna beat him while he was helpless?" He asks as I spot Paddy and Preston getting off the elevator down the hall. So they already called in reinforcements. Great.
"He can't call me a lousy drunk and just get away with it. Trying to act like he's so big and tough, trying to fight me? Please." I scoff. Niall is the easy going, chill guy. Not the kind of guy to slam you into a wall. I couldn't take him seriously. If it were Harry, maybe even Louis, I would've. But not Niall.
"You called his girlfriend a bitch and a slut. If you did that to me I wouldn't have been able to hold back as long as he did. He was justified in trying to fight you. You were not."
"I can't just not defend myself. He made me look like an ass in front of everyone." I shout as the bulky men approach me and grab me by the shirt, pulling me towards a room a few doors down. Louis I could fight off but these two, not so much. But that doesn't mean I don't try. I'm pulling as hard as I can to get away from them but all that does is rip my shirt.
"What the hell happened?" Preston asks as I fight against his grips.
"I don't even fucking know." Louis says with a shake of his head. As we make it through the door I knock over a lamp in my struggle to escape. As it crashes to the ground I'm thinking maybe it'll cause enough of a distraction that I can get away but these guys are trained. I'm not budging.
"Liam, calm down." Paddy urges me as they push me down onto the couch.
"I won't fucking calm down. Take me back. I need to put that little fucker in his place. Thinking he can talk shit to me? Humiliating me? I won't let him get away with it."
"Dude, you're the one that humiliated yourself. You're still humiliating yourself now. You made yourself look like an ass when you started shouting at Liv." He corrects me, finally getting through to me enough to make me stop fighting. I completely forgot about my fight with Liv. That's what started all of this. I really screwed up. Paddy and Preston carefully let me go, waiting to see if I snap out of it but I don't. I'm smarter than that.
"Do you want us to stay?" Paddy asks once they're sure I'm not going to go crazy again.
"No I've got this. Thanks though." Louis says, refusing their help. Idiot.
"Just stay in the room. We're still getting control of the crowd outside." Preston warns us as they leave.
"I have to go back now." I tell him, waiting just enough time that I know Paddy and Preston are already on the elevator, moving away from the floor.
"Like hell you are." He says, bravely putting his body in front of mine as I jump off the couch.
"You don't understand. I was supposed to be making things better with Liv. Instead I made things 100 times worse. Fuck!" I shout, grabbing the closest thing I can find which is a small glass tumbler on the table beside me and launch it at the wall, making it shatter into a hundred pieces.
