What a feeling

What a feeling (Part 7)

A SHORT ONE, BUT AN UPDATE NONETHELESS! :)

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I'm not gonna make it.. I'm not gonna fucking make it..' Those words were playing louder in Nialls head than the entire stadium of music was. It was on repeat, the same sentence, rolling over and over, so distracting to him that he missed his first line in Midnight Memories.. Five foot something in the.. something.. something else.. something more than what he could remember right now! He stumbled to the side when Liam took over his verse, singing a little louder while gazing at his younger friend in clear concern.

Zayn was the first to his aid, swooping an arm around his slim waist and pulling him upright, and it was lucky he'd gotten to him so quick, because Niall was on his way down, like down towards the edge of the stage and beyond.

"Babe? Babe, are you okay? Niall, can you hear me?" Zayn was whispering into his ear as the others tried to amp up the entertainment while singing. Nialls vision was going, and not even Zayns flawless face could cut it. He couldn't make out a single shape! It was all just blur and flashing lights and colours, and the next thing he knew, he was flopping forward in the grasp that had him. His whole body was weakening.

"Shit!!" Zayn swore quietly under his breath, pulling Niall to his chest and hobbling quickly to the side of the stage, hoping some of the scaffolding would hide them. He sunk to the ground and met Louis' gaze as he pulled Niall into his lap.

"Stop! We have to stop!" He mouthed to the oldest, and it was a good thing he'd taken his ear piece out so no one could hear him. Louis could read Zayns lips though, and his heart was hammering in his chest. Stop? Could they stop? Niall had quite obviously passed out, and certainly needed medical attention, and Liam, gosh, the poor thing probably needed Liam closeby as well. Just as Lou was about to gesture to the musicians, Harry came striding past with a determined glare.. He yanked a huge rainbow flag seemingly out of nowhere, waving it dramatically in his older friends face.. This sent the crowd wild, and forced Louis into distraction, and that was exactly what Harry wanted. He knew Niall was fine. Niall had Zayn.. And Niall was also attention seeking.

Zayn huffed out a sigh as he watched the rest of his band mates fluff about with the lyrics, too focused on the way Harry was flirting with his body, touching himself quite inappropriately to make the girls shriek louder. Zayns upper lip almost curled.. He felt anger burning within.. He knew exactly what Harry was doing, and that boy wasn't going to get away with it! For now though, he forced himself to stay calm. Niall, poor little Niall was his priority.

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"Niall!? Niall honey?? Where is he??" Liam came rushing into the green room the second he'd been freed from his ear piece. He'd almost fainted himself when he'd noticed Niall had been pulled to the side unconscious! They'd finished the concert without Niall, and Zayn had only come back on when he was sure his younger friend was in the safe hands of the medical staff nearby.

"He's sleeping Li. They checked him over, and warned us that he's already overdoing it. They said his immunity is low, and his body has barely recovered." Louis rolled his eyes as he made his way to the long table full of catering. "And the blame is sitting on managements shoulders. I fucking told them he wasn't up for it yet." He whined around a mouthful of pizza. "They'll be hearing from me in no time. I'm not letting this shit go on." He explained, his voice slowly getting louder.

"Lou, shush! He's asleep." Zayn hissed from the other side of the room, where he was sat on the same lounge that Niall was resting on. Liam glanced up, scanning Nialls frail form as he crossed towards them. He cooed quietly as he set himself down next to the boy, gently picking Nialls head up, and laying it back on his lap instead. He stroked the blond strands of loose hair behind Nialls ear, then began to pet his cheek, checking his temperature discreetly. Everyone and everything was quiet, unlike they usually were after a concert. Louis was speaking in a hushed yet firm tone to someone in the team, and Zayn was on his phone texting. It was crucial they let Niall sleep, because they had a big journey on the bus ahead of them.