Skye's POV
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Niall swung his right fist and made contact with Liam's face. I screamed. I absolutely hated fighting. I jumped up as Liam fell life-lessly to the ground, with a hard thump.
"LIAM!" I yelled.
"Come here princess" Niall slurred. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me away from Liam. He held me hands as I struggle to break free.
"LEGGO OF ME!!" I screamed. "IM NOT YOUR PRINCESS NIALL"
"Stop it!" He screamed "leave the bastard alone!" He was drunk. Did he not relise that he was just a friend??
"Niall!!" I screamed. He pulled at my arm, then grabbed me and started pulling me out of the closet. I tried and tried to go back to Liam. He wouldn't let me
"COME ON PRINCESS!" He screamed. I broke free and turned to him.
"LEAVE ME ALONE NIALL! You just knocked your best mate unconscious and you don't even care!" I screamed.
"HE TRIED TO STEAL YOU FROM ME! He isn't my best mate if he loves my princess, Ariel!" He shouted. My jaw dropped when he didn't remember my name.
"MY NAME IS SKYE!" I screamed. I slapped him across the face, something I knew I would regret.
"You little bitch!" He yelled, the door to the room opened and there stood Zayn. "OF COURSE YOUR NOT MY PRINCESS BECAUSE YOUR A FUCKING LITTLE SLUT" Niall pulled back his arm and punched me in the Face. It was so powerful that it turned my whole body. I fell to the floor with a loud thump, just like Liam. Liam. My eyes filled with tears, but it didn't matter. I could feel the throbbing pain, I could feel my heart beat. Darkness threatened to pull me away, but I forced myself to stay awake. I felt like I was In a daze.
"SKYE!" Niall yelled. Did he finally snap back to reality?
I heard several people yelling, and someone crying. I remained still, not wanting to do anything. "Skye?" Someone whispered, I could feel their breath on my neck. I didn't reply. I remained where I was. They reached around my collapsed body, and turned me over. I kept my eyes open, and saw Harry carefully examining me. My tears flowed freely.
"Shhhh" he whispered. He still had his arm in the crook of my neck. The only thing I could focus on was Harry. Everything else was a blur. Suddenly, I was hoisted up, and walked out of the room. We walked down the hall and into another room. In the room, I was laid down onto a soft, slightly bouncy bed. I didn't move, even though some of my hair was strewn across my face.
"Wow. There was a lot of force behind that" I heard Harry whisper. "It's bleeding." Apparently, the blood was mixed with the tears. "Skye?" He whispered. I didn't want to say anything. I was scared. "Skye?!" Harry asked more urgently. The darkness was threatening again. This time, I just accepted it.
