One Direction

[Jasmyn_Anne]

Okay, this is my first time in a really long time since i've written anything, so please, don't hate!:3 I'm warning you, this will get a tad bit graphic, about a PG-13 to an R rated later on. xD So tell me what you think!

Chapter One~ Nikki's POV

"I love you.." Harry mouths to me as Logan throws one last punch to Harry's now bleeding temple. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he slowly falls to the ground, unconciously. Struggling to get loose from Liam's hold I scream, "NO!!! HOW COULD YOU?! YOU BASTARD HOW COULD YOU?!!" Liam turns me around and forcefully digs my head into his shoulder, cautiously he turns around and starts walking out of the alley. I look up to see Harry lying on the ground in a puddle of blood, with Logan repeatedly kicking him in the abdomen. I look up to Liam with pleading eyes, and he loosens his grip ever so slightly, but just enough so that I could slip loose. "Nikki, wait!" He yells, reaching his hand out trying to grab me as I sprint towards Logan. I stop about five feet away and pick up the metal pole he had used to break Harry's leg with earlier. I raise the pole above my head, "You sick bastard." I mumble as I slam the cold pole against Logan's back. I drop it, letting it clash against the ground, echoing through the dark alley. "Harry, baby speak to me!" I exclaim, holding his head in my hands and stroking back his brown curls. Liam grabs me by the shoulders and once more takes me out. "HARRY!!" I yell through tears as Liam drags me away from my husbands damaged body.
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Even standing on my tippy toes I can't see past the six foot, heavy weight girl in front of me. Jumping up I try to catch one last glance at the five boys on stage, but end up hitting a woman instead. "Sorry ma'am." I apologize as I plop down onto the cold, wet ground. Smacking away the third mosquito I look up to Liz who is bobbing her head to the music, "Can we go now?" I beg, grabbing her arm and pulling her close to me. "No! Are you crazy! I didn't buy backstage passes for nothing!" She yells over the thousands of other screaming fans and shoots me a dirty look. "Fine." I mumble under my breath as I push my way through the crowd of sweaty, annoying teenage girls, with the occasional screaming boy.
After five laps around the parking lot I finally found my old, muddy chevy truck and slide up onto the dusy, worn out seat. I start to slowly doze off into my colorful dreams, but the screaming outside shatters them almost as quickly as they were produced. Out of curiousity, I climb up onto the roof to see what all the commotion was about. "Ohh.." I sigh as I noticed that a fan, had jumped up on the stage. "Idiot girl.." I say as I try to get down. My mocassins slip on a very large dew patch on the roof and my head suddenly collides with the ground, letting everything go black.

"Should I wake her? Should I get her something to drink? Doc what should I do?" I hear two males conversing, not to far away from me. The stench of hospital fills my nose, but the comfort of a couch reassures me that I'm not in a hospital. "No sir, she needs her rest, so the best thing you could do is just let her sleep! She should be A-OK!" I hear a door close and the smell follows out. My head is lifted slightly and soft, warm hands take the soiled bandage off my head, the sudden touch of a cold washcloth sends chills down my spine, but the warm, dry bandage evens my body temperature once more. My head is lowered back down onto the fluffy pillow, and almost instantly I drift back into the deathly grasp of sleep.

[just asking]

What happened to your nose?

[the true]

wow that is cool and weird