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Liam P.O.V.

I stepped outside of the concert hall, hoping for some fresh air and quiet. As much as I love the fans, they can get really loud. Having a little bit of claustrophobia doesn't help…

I guess I got lost: both in my thoughts and direction-wise. (Sorry, dorky pun intended.) I ended up in the city slums, where the side walk was cracked, ashes of unidentifiable objects floated through the air. I sighed, and nearly coughed. At least Zayn was trying to quit, these people probably had lung cancer from head to toe.

Some American prostitutes shouted at me, half drunk and half stoned. I wasn't in the mood though. Danielle and I had just broken up, and I didn't really want to get involved with anyone. It turns out that she was cheating on me with Cody Simpson, and that stung.

I stepped under a flickering streetlight, only to see six 'gangsters' surround me, except for one direction which led into a dark alley. I carefully steeped that way, making sure to keep my head down and my guard up.

I didn't get too far though; they rushed at me, weapons clattering down behind them. They punched, kicked, and shoved me. I countered their attacks as long as I could, but there were too many. I finally had to drop down, covering my head and protecting my torso, hoping, praying they wouldn't get to the one kidney I had left.

They stood over me, kicking and laughing, bringing back so many memories that I wouldn't have liked to bring up. School lots, bruises, bleeding lips, black eyes, threats, spitting, shoving, hitting, faces, names, darkness, light, failure, depression…

I couldn't take it anymore. I just sat there, and let them do what they wanted. I didn't care.

Then I heard something long and heavy swing through the air. I knew by the trajectory that it would land on my side, busting my lower ribs and kidney. I was prepared to die. I waited for it to make contact but it never did.

Then I heard little shouts, and the thud of feet running away as fast as they could. Silence for a moment then I heard lighter, faster 'pit-pat's on the ground, chasing after the heavy thuds.

I waited, half delirious, for someone to find me. Just shoot me and get it over with. I knew, somewhere, that I couldn't, and probably wouldn't die just yet, but I was on a suicidal roll from the thugs from earlier. At that point though, I was just fed up, with life and everything in it.

About that time was when I heard the pit-pat's return. I wanted to unhook my arms and see who-or what- had rescued me, but I found that I couldn't move.

There was a soft, higher-pitched voice that tried to coax me into looking at… her? I guess? When she saw that I wouldn't (couldn't really) raise my head, she gently began to unwrap my arms. She was singing very softly, and I found that I didn't want her to stop. Her voice was so…indescribable, I guess. It rose and fell, swirled and ducked, and I felt like I could hear the music to the songs she was singing. It was like… a river, in a way. It changed and flowed, moved slower and quicker in different places, and produced so many different feelings that I calmed down enough to think logically.

I helped her stand me up (fairly) straight, and she slung my arm across her shoulders. My vision was still half blurry, so all I could see was glowing, pale skin and little things that flowed out behind her near the ground and a little over half-way up. I guessed they were clothes, probably jeans and a t-shirt.

She walked me for what felt like forever, and I could smell something sweet on her skin, almost like crushed blackberry and peach cobbler. She was singing and humming the entire way… to wherever we were going, and it was just enough to keep me awake.

We finally stopped, and she called out to someone. I found myself wishing I was half-coherent, so I could tell her how much I loved her voice.

There was a huge hub-bub around me, and I felt a very cool breeze, and instantly knew that she had left. All I had now was the feel of her ghostly, smooth skin, and the scent that pervaded the air around her.