night changes

drinks

Harry, Liam, Zayn, and Louis all just stared at Niall and me, horrified looks on their faces. I stared daggers into all four of them with my arms crossed. I was getting tired of them looking at me like that. So, I spoke up.

"What? Stop fucking staring at me like that." I snapped, hissing at them afterwards. All the boys jumped except Niall. Niall just laughed as if it was funny. I wasn't gonna have any of his shit either. I hissed at him as well, baring my fangs at him.

"What's so fucking funny?" I asked. In an instant, Niall had me against a wall with one of his hands around my throat. He wanted to rip my head off... but I didn't care. The others quickly rushed over to get him off of me.

"Niall, get off of her!"

"Bloody hell, what are you doing?! Stop!"

"Niall, let her go right fucking now!"

"That's your fiancé, mate! You seriously want to kill her?!"

That was just some of the things they were all saying simultaneously. I don't know why they were bothering with this anyways. It's not like I was struggling or something. However, they managed to get Niall off of me somehow. They all tried their hardest to hold him back (and were being successful for the most part) as he spat out the most harsh words he's ever spoken.

"Let go of me! I want to rip her head off!" he screamed out. Liam made sure he had a good grip on Niall.

"I'm not letting you kill her! What the fuck is wrong with you?! You're the one that wanted to marry her!"

"Why would I want to marry a cunt like her?! She's a worthless waste of space that needs to be taken care of!" Niall seethed. When he said those words, something inside of me broke.

Even though I wasn't alive anymore, I could still feel my heart breaking in half. I instantly regained control over my body and stared at Niall. The four other boys looked over at me and gasped when they saw the tears forming in my eyes.

"N-Niall... y-you don't actually mean that. Y-you're not yours-se-" I started, but Niall interrupted me.

"Oh, I'm fully aware of what I'm saying, you useless bitch. I don't know anyone in their right mind that would want to be in any sort of relationship with you, let alone get married to you." he spat out. That was the last straw.

The tears I was holding back finally came out of my eyes like waterfalls. If the boys weren't enraged with Niall before, they definitely were now. All five of them started to go at it with each other before I interrupted them.

"Well okay," I started. They all went silent and looked at me, Niall with a deadly glare. "If that's how you truly feel about me, that's fine. You're obviously in your right mind, so since you are, here's a little message for you." I said, getting more and more worked up. I knew that my eyes were glowing again. I went up to him and kicked him right in his ball sack. I did it hard, but I didn't think it was hard enough to send him flying into the wall while holding his privates. But there he was, curled up by the wall and holding his privates. It would've healed quickly anyways, so I took this as the time to act fast. I snatched off my engagement ring and threw it at him.

"Fuck you, Niall James Horan." I finished before running away faster than before. I didn't give anyone any opportunity to speak or react. And I didn't want them to. So I just continued running. I ended up standing in front of some hole-in-the-wall pub in a small town not too far from London. There wasn't a sign or anything, but I could tell that it was a pub because there aren't many places open this late at night. I went inside and was instantly met by the sweetest smell. I closed my eyes and took a long whiff. It smelled like- like blood. Then I actually looked around.