I'm your average girl, moody teenager, everyone knows me. Except they think I'm a murderer. It's not true, of course, but does that matter? Not to them; they hate me, but I survive. But it isn't until a certain band member- with the name of Niall James Horan- comes to town that my world really spins. What will happen to me? That's for me to know, and me to tell. See you around.


21. No Worries For Me

"It was way more than just a big deal, Liv! You could've been killed!" Niall was frantically following behind me as I went over to get some water.

"Look, Niall, I've been in worse situations. Besides, that note obviously meant that they weren't planning on actually killing me." As I lifted the glass of water up to my lips, he spoke again:

"Okay, sure, he didn't mean to now, but what about next time? He said he wants you dead, and he showed he could do it too."

"First of all, we don't know if it's a 'he'," Well, I did, but he didn't need to know that. "And second, you don't need to worry about me, it takes a lot more than that to take me down."

"And you've demonstrated that plenty of times. But I really do need to worry about you, it's my job." He smiled at me.

"If it makes you proud of yourself, then alright. Protect me all you want." I opened my arms so he could hug me, and he laughed as he did.

"Good." Just then, my phone let out a ping in my back pocket. Niall tensed as I shrugged him off.

"Don't worry, unknown numbers have the duck quacking." Lie. I changed it shortly after I got the first message, to ward off any worry. He looked convinced enough, so I took my phone out and checked it. Sure enough, it was an unknown message.

Connect the dots yet? I'll give you a day to say your goodbyes. You have exactly 24 hours.

I pretended to type a message back, to show Niall it was someone I knew. Which, technically, I did. He took my hand to walk into the living room where the rest of the group was. By the looks I got when I walked into the living room, I realized that Niall wasn't the only one on edge. Apparently I was the only calm one.

"Guys, seriously? It's alright! It's so dull in here, we need to bring the mood up." I smiled and put my hands on my hips.

"I don't know, Rae, wouldn't you be a bit freaked if your friend got shot at?" A still damp Harry asked.

"I'm not sure. It's only ever happened to me before." He glared at me as I smirked. "Come on, let's blast some rock music and dance like we're drunk!" I exclaimed, putting My Chemical Romance on high. I started jumping around as the opening words came on, and as I went I grabbed everyone's hands and made them jump with me. Slowly, their faces lost their worry frowns and turned into laughing smiles.

"Teenagers scare the living shit out of me!

They could care less as long as some one will bleed!" We all screamed in unison. If this were to be my last day, it would be a pretty good one.


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