Niall Knee Pain

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Liam's POV
Three weeks had passed since Harry had been diagnosed with epilepsy. His body was now used to the medication and he was back to being loud and full of energy.

He still had moments when he was vulnerable and it was both Louis and Niall who helped him through them. It shouldn't make me feel jealous, but it does. Niall was meant to be looking after me.

Niall had come to my doctor's appointment to get my stitches removed, but it felt like he cared about Harry more than he cared about me. I knew that Harry needed the support, but I almost felt like Niall was cheating on me.

Niall and Harry always seemed like they were having a great time around each other, and they didn't need to make an effort. Plus, Harry didn't have stupid panic attacks. I had only had a few, but they made me feel pathetic. What was I panicking about?

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This was my mood just before we were due to go on stage, and it must have shown because in the backstage area before the show Zayn came over to me.
"What's up Liam? You look worried," He asked and I shrugged.
"Nothing's up. I'm good."
"I know that there's something. You can tell me," Zayn said and he rested his hand onto my arm. It felt good, to have someone looking out for me.
"It's Niall," I told him.
"Ok, what about Niall? Is he ok?"
"Yeah. It's just that I feel like he's spending too much time with Harry."
"Harry needs the support right now Liam."
"I know. But is it too much to ask for some attention?"
"Of course not."
"I was stabbed. Stabbed!" I told Zayn loudly and Niall turned to me. He started to come over and I became full of dread. "Oh no."
"It's ok Liam. Just talk to Niall, he'll understand," Zayn said before he left me and Niall took his place.
"Hey, are you alright Liam?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine."
"That's what you said the last four times that I've asked you. What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong Niall. I'm fine," I lied.
"Come on babe. What is it?" Niall asked and I looked into his sweet, blue eyes. He was so caring, so kind, so beautiful and I was this broken man, undeserving of his kindness. He had his hand resting on my shoulder, so I moved it off and went to find somewhere away from him. "Liam?" Niall called after me. "Liam!"

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Niall's POV
"Liam!" I called, but he was gone. I was worried. Something was going on with him and he wasn't telling me what it was. He became quieter around me and I knew that something was wrong.

His stab wound had healed over and apart from the odd panic attack, he was doing fine. Unfortunately, I had to keep half an eye on Harry, as the only other person on the tour who'd had epilepsy, I was suddenly the expert on it.

Maybe Liam thought that I wasn't giving him enough time or love? I was trying my best, but our lives were so hectic that we had a hard enough time finding time together, let alone when we were in the full swing of a tour.

Also, Harry was getting used to having epilepsy: Paul was keeping our health under wraps from the public: and my knees were starting to play up.

Niall's Knee Playing Up

My bloody knee would be the death of me. It had been bad before, but now it was getting worse. Every night on stage the pain got a bit worse, and although I had surgery planned for the New Year, I had a horrible feeling that it would have to be brought forwards. I hadn't told anyone, least of all the tour managers. We couldn't stop a tour when we were half way through it. Not for my gammy, bloody knee.

Paul had his suspicions about what was going on, of course, but I didn't give him any reason to believe them. I had made sure that I had painkillers stashed in every spare bag, jacket and pocket that I could think of. I was determined to not let this affect our tour.

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