Shattered | L.P (on hold)

Chapter 15

The icy cold hand gripped my mouth tightly. All I could do was squirm and kick. He hugged me tightly with wrong intentions. As I panicked and tried getting free the hand was removed from my mouth. They gripped my hand and lower waist so I couldn't run, I turned around to see who it was. I thought maybe it was Calvin that's why I didn't scream. I was wrong, dead wrong. It was the paparazzi. The man had dark black hair with a widows peak. He had a rounder face, he seamed pretty fit, and he was about 3 inches taller than me. Around Liam's height. His camera was strapped around his neck, his black shirt, and blue jeans all clean. I gawked at him. Unsure what to do, once everything clicked in I punched the guy with my free hand. His jaw bleeding, he let go and grabbed it instead. I booked it to the room crying in fear. I slammed the door shut. Breathing heavily and crying I ran to Liam.

"What took you...hey what's wrong babe?"

"Paps. He grabbed me. I." Sobbing I tried explaining. Liam rubbed my back and held me tight. I was so scared, I had so many questions, Liam was so mad.

"Go get some water and lay down on the couch. I will be right back."

"Ok. Liam don't do something stupid. Please. He's probably gone. It's bad enough that I punched him."

"Yeah. Well he needs to be put in place."

I got up and grabbed a bottle of water and sat on the couch. Once sitting I heard the door slam shut.

*Liam's POV*

That little shit! There he is.

"HEY. YOU. WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!!"

He cowered and started walking faster. I ran up to him and grabbed him firmly on the shoulder. "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM. ANSWER I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!!"

"Hey. I'm just doin my job. Your girls hot and I had fun. She's strong too. Look at my jaw." He had this smirk on his face. I couldn't take it. I punched him in the face, I don't know how many times.

"How dare you!! How dare you! What the hell did she do to you?" I could here Kaysea scream my name to stop. After a while he stopped fighting back. I had a bloody nose and jaw. He was horrible looking but I couldn't stop myself.

"LIAM! STOP!!" Kaysea pulled me away. I just screwed up big time. Like crazy big time.

*an hour later*

"Ouch."

"Sorry babe. Here hold the ice to your jaw. I'm gonna go get something to help the pain from the store downstairs. Harry watch him, yeah?"

Kaysea called the boys on Skype so I could explain and stuff since the cops were here. It was bad. Harry was at the screen right now.

"Sure. Go head." Harry smiled and then looked at me with a pissed look. "Simon called, said something about this whole thing. Oh I think it was and I quote, 'London. Tomorrow. That's an order. Both of you.' He then priority mailed plane tickets. Also enough money to cover the medical bills. Like what the hell were you thinking?"

"That's the thing I wasn't thinking. I just snapped. She told me how he grabbed her and she's gotten enough crap and I've been getting more lately. It all just came to the surface and he was such a jerk I...I can't take this anymore. We were suppose to be here alone and he...I can't. I won't do this anymore. Either we stress privacy more or I'm gonna second guess being in-"

"No. Stop. Your not leaving us. No."

"Harry. You don't get all the hate that I do. Nor does Hannah get any compare to Kaysea. It's like we are most hated out of all of you."

"Liam. I'm sorry. Just...let's talk about it tomorrow ok. Oh and turn around."

Kaysea was in the doorway crying. Crap. "Harry. I'm gonna go. See ya tomorrow. Bye." He said bye and I closed the laptop.