Liam’s POV:
After the interview, me and the lads headed out the van only to be cornered by paparazzi.
“Zayn, is it true that you and Perrie are still going to get married?”
“Louis is your butt really that big? Or did you steal Nicki Minaj’s ass?”
Harry, What will you do with no more Louis to yearn for since he’s taken?”
“Liam, did you kill Niall?”
I couldn’t seem to breathe at that last question. But I felt the touch of someone on my shoulder and looked to see Niall walking with me and the lads. I smiled and for some reason, Niall didn’t return the smile. Instead he looked like he was about to murder someone.
“Is it true that the faggot blond really died? Good for him…” I heard someone mutter from somewhere close by due to my werewolf hearing.
I literally saw red and next thing I knew I was being held to the ground as I kicked and yelled at the reporter.
“How dare you! You mother fucker better watch your back, cuz’ I will take you down!” I roared at the mysterious person.
“Liam calm down!” Harry screamed as he started to break down from the hurt of these hurtful questions.
But I struggled even more wanting to bury my claws into the man’s throat and tear him to pieces.
“Liam…” It couldn’t be…
“Niall?” I whispered
“It’s okay LiLi…It’ll be okay.”
And as soon as I heard those words I curled in on myself in the middle of the sidewalk not caring about the thousands of reporters and paparazzi still asking questions, but only enclosed in a circle of my three remaining friends, and feeling like I was being hugged by my Nialler.
“C’mon LiLi, let’s get you back home.” Louis whispered as him and Harry helped me up only to leave Zayn alone in his own little world in the mob of paps.
“But Zayn…”
“I’m right here…” a Bradford accented voice said from behind me.
And soon enough I found myself in the warth of my bed at home, and let myself be cried to sleep.
A/N: yeah I know this is pretty sadand depressing so far, but it'll get better soon I promise! :D
