Niall's POV:

'Where is she?' I asked myself when I walked off stage. I had to make sure she was okay; those girls were just the beginning of a long tour. I found her in the medical room off the hallway next to the stage.

"What happened to you?" I asked as I saw the bandage that covered her shoulder.

"One of those girls bruised my shoulder blade." She was calm, not angry or in any pain.

"Are you okay?" I ran over and hugged her, wrapping my arms around her. Her perfume was still just as sweet as it was when I took the mic from her.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said as her arms hooked around my waist. I didn't want to let go, but soon the boys walked in and I had too.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Harry asked her. I know exactly what he was doing; he's done it a million times before. Trying to get a girl to think he cares just to get into her pants. Not this time, not to her.

"She said she was fine." Liam snapped, "It was just three girls! Suck it up!"

"Liam!" Paul busted through the door, "Stop being such a dick" He yelled.

Liam stormed out of the room. Zayn, Louis, and (finally) Harry walked out after a while. Liz and I walked back to the bus, I was sure I was going to kiss her. Before tonight ended.

Liz's POV:

After I got back in my position, I felt this sharp pain in my right shoulder. I started to feel it when there was a lump under my skin. I didn't know what happened, I think it was one of those girls hitting me, even though I didn't feel it at the time, I still knew that is was the girl who went for Niall.

They sang 'I Wish' and all that went through my mind was Niall. Why was I so into him? Did he like me? Why did I feel this way about him? I had never dated anyone before, never even kissed a boy. At 17, I know it's kind of lame but I had a lot of guy friends but I never had a boyfriend.

I walked back stage and pulled my shirt over my head. My white cammi had blood on it. "Oh my God!" I heard Paul shriek. He ran over to me and pulled me into this little room that had a lot of medical stuff, I was guessing it was the place people went when they got hurt?

The lady took something out of my shoulder; it looked like a piece of glass. She dropped in it a metal bowl and it made a pretty sound. Soon after that Niall busted into the room.

"What happened to you?" He asked.

"I bruised my shoulder blade." I lied.

"Oh,"

Soon all the boys were in the room, and Liam fussed at me. Paul came to my defense quickly, not knowing that I had lied to them when he told me to 'suck it up'. I walked back to the bus with Niall; I didn't feel like I had to be defensive or bitchy towards him like I did with Liam, Zayn, (sometimes) Louis, and (always) Harry.

I walked onto the bus first. My shoulder hurt so bad, I couldn't help just groan as the bus moved with the bumps on the road.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Niall asked.

"Yeah, I just need to reset my thing." I said pointing to the bandage on my shoulder.

"Here, I'll help you." He said taking the bandage from me. "Oh my god!" He muttered as he removed the bandage.

"What?" I asked.

"You got stabbed?!" He asked.

"No... At least, I don't think I did." I sighed.

"Well, there is a giant cut on your back; come up here, the couch is really uncomfortable." He said pulling on my other hand.

He brought me over to his bed and lifted me onto it. Harry's bed was under his so I tried not to move too much. Niall climbed up after me, he lay down and pulled me down with him. I put my head down on his chest and listened to his heart beat. He was warm and I was shivering.

He chuckled, "Are you cold?" He asked.

"Yeah." I whimpered.

"Here" He got up and pulled the covered over us. Harry got up and peered into Niall's bed.

"What are you two doing?" He asked wide-eyed.

"Cuddling." I replied with a smile.

"Oh," He sighed going back to bed. I know he was weirded out and a little jealous.

Niall's POV:

As I started to fall asleep, Liz stirred in my arms. Her shoulder was really bad but I didn't want to worry her about it. This was nice, just laying here with her. Harry knew to back off now, I think. She was mine and he can't take her from me. I hope he knows that. She is my princess, and I'm not letting her go without a fight.