Aria’s POV
After Niall said we needed to get “reacquainted”, I was scared. Now I’d have to consider my feelings for both him and Liam, this can only lead to chaos. I have strong feelings for both of them, now I just have to find who I really belong with. “Aw, this was a cute reunion. Too bad it’s over.” “Really Taylor, you choose now to bother me.” Idiot. Though my back was turned, I anticipated the punch, flipping over him onto the couch. His fist connected with a clothes rack, causing it to clatter to the floor. “Uh-oh. Someone will have heard that and come to check on you. Good thing I brought this.” He pulled out a handgun with a muffler. Crap, ok… this is REALLY bad. “Aria, you ok.” Bad, bad, bad, it was Liam. “Liam, go away, now! Please! Go!” I yelled, kicking Tay in the chest knocking him down. “Why, exactly am I going away?” Liam shouted. “Because you trust me, now go!” I heard him running down the hall. Taylor popped up, gun pointed at me. I slowly shifted, pushed off the wall and kicked it from his hand. It went off, leaving a bullet hole in the wall. Oops. I pulled out a tranquilizer gun and shot at him. He rolled under the darts, so I went for the easier approach, I kicked his face and he tackled me, breaking the door. We continued to fight in the hall, but neither of us was getting far. Niall and Louis had heard the noise and were staring with their mouths open. Taylor saw them, punched me and started after them. There was my chance, I pushed against the wall, turned in the air, stabbed him with a tranq dart and fell flat on my face. “Well, ow!” I yelled. Niall ran forward and picked me up. “Are you ok? I don’t know what to say….” “Do you believe me now?” I asked. He nodded. “Good, now put me down.” I assessed the damage, a few bruises and scrapes, and a great big gash on my side. I hid the gash, not wanted them to know I was that hurt, and cleaned the little areas before kicking them out. I cleaned the gash, biting down on a cloth to keep from screaming. Then I wrapped it and dressed in all black, in case it bled through. “Aria, can I come in?” Liam asked. “Uh, sure.” He came in and hugged me. I tried hard not to wince, “Nice to see you too?” I said. “You scared the crap out of us, what was that?” he asked, eyeing the hole in the wall. “Oh, Taylor’s gun.” Liam started inspecting me for holes, “What’s that?” “What’s what?” I asked. He turned me so my back was facing the mirror, “That.” He pointed to a gun wound on my shoulder. “How could you not notice that?” He asked. Instead of answering, I suddenly felt the pain of all the wounds and fainted.