For this POV you are the 6 member of the band.
( Your POV )
I'm standing on the left side of the stage, watching Harry entertaining the crowd right now. We already sang 4 songs tonight. I kept a safe distance to Niall because I'm not planning on crying on stage. The other boys knew what was going down and that I would not be good to talk to right now.
Louis and Liam always tried to be around me and honestly it must seem so funny when you're in the crowd and see them following me like little puppies. I am glad they did though- imagine what I would be thinking about all the time if they wouldn't keep my mind of off Niall.
Harry is talking to a couple of girls right now and it's hilarious. For the first time tonight, I honestly laugh. I look at Zayn who is standing next to Harry and now looking at me making weird faces to make me laugh.
Everything was perfectly fine until I felt someone standing dangerously close to my back, a head being laid on my shoulder and a pair of arms being slung around my waist. I thought it may be Louis until I see the blond hair.
My mood changes- not because I hate Niall for what he did- honestly, I already forgave him, but I knew if I would give into my feelings too soon, I would just start balling my eyes out right here, right now.
"Niall stop, please..." I say to him, my microphone pointing down so no one can hear anything.
His grip around me gets stronger, pressing me against him like he is scared to let me go. Maybe he thinks just because we are on stage, I won't do anything... Well, he thought wrong.
I take his arms off me and walk towards Zayn, hoping he understood my body language.
For my luck, he does understand it and takes my hand spinning me once and then shoving me towards Harry.
I know I was hurting Niall with the way I treated him over the last week, but he really hurt me too.
We were all out partying this one evening in a club, when it got pretty late, and I was searching the club for Niall. I walked around the corner to where the toilets were and found him making out with this chick. It broke my heart. The one person I thought I could trust did that to me. The boys took him back to the hotel and I left with a friend of mine.
As I confronted him the next day, he told me that she said she was me and he was so drunk that he believed it. I mean she really did look similar to me but still, it really hurt me, so, I told Niall that I needed some space to comprehend everything.
Louis told me that when they brought him back to the hotel he asked where I was and why his (y/n) wasn't with him. That honestly made me sad. I forgave Niall after a few days, but it still felt weird when he touched me because all I could think of was the picture in my head of him and her...
Because of that I kept some distance. Harry told me that Niall was a mess, only talking about me and how he regretted what he did that evening. Niall and I should've probably talked about everything, but I didn't want to, so maybe it was my mistake? I honestly don't know anymore. I want nothing more than my Niall back, but I am also keeping myself away from him.
——— time skip - after the show
We are in our dressing rooms getting ready to leave. I change into some sweats and grab my things which I brought along. Afterwards I leave my room, meeting Liam, who was also ready, outside my door. We talk for a bit until the other boys are ready too and leave towards the van, which is driving us back to the hotel we're staying in.
We all get in and I sit in the back next to Niall and next to him Liam. As the van starts driving the boys all start talking about the show, I stay quiet and lean my head on the window, just listening to their conversation.
I catch Niall staring at me from time to time. He is nervous. I am really exhausted from the show and in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to cuddle into him, but I feel like that would make the situation a bit awkward since we haven't really talked in a week. So, instead of that, I intertwine our hands. I need to feel him. No matter what he did he still is my safe place and I need him as much as he needs me.
My Nialler.
AN / This is a shorter one but I still hope you like it :)
AN
I wrote this when I was two years younger than I am now, and honestly, wtf.
