The Take Me Home tour was nearing its end, and we were doing our last few concerts in California. For the next four nights, we would be in LA, preforming at the Staples Center.
At first they only had three nights, but there was such a high demand, they managed to get a fourth night. Now, all four nights were sold out. Zayn had told me that these would be some of the biggest crowds that we would have a chance to perform for. At the beginning of the tour, that would have made me nervous, but I had grown a lot more accustom to preforming in front of large groups of people. Yeah, I still got the pre-show jitters, but as soon as I got on stage, they were gone. I would get into my element and have a great time.
Everyone had been great, except for one night in New York when we went to some sort of after party, when I saw Ryan. By this point, the boys all knew about Ryan. They had tried to convince me that it wasn’t him, what were the odds that Ryan would be here the exact same time as us?
But he had obviously planned it. I had stayed close to Niall, or any of the band members, at all times during that night, and we avoided any kind of confrontation. I was very happy to leave New York a few nights after.
The rest of the tour had been pitch perfect, and we were all excited for our four nights in the Staples Center.
“Liam! Liam,” the tour manager said, pulling Liam off of Niall. “I have told you countless times, you need to ease up on the headlock. Plus, Niall isn’t looking so good. Niall, we have a lot of busy days and nights coming up, how about you go lay down or something?” she said, speaking very gently to Niall. Niall nodded and started off towards the bunks.
Niall was starting look quite ill, and it did worry me a lot. The tour manager gave Liam a very stern look.
Liam held his hands up in surrender. “Sorry.”
I stood up and went after Niall. He hadn’t looked too healthy in a few days, almost a week now. But Niall was the kind of person that didn’t want to complain too much. And although I hate complaining, sometimes you have to. But now that I thought about it, he had mentioned and sore throat not too long ago. Why hadn’t I, or anyone, listened to him?
“You feeling okay?” I asked, sitting next to him, and rubbing his back slowly. He was lying on his stomach. He had settled for one of the bottom bunks rather than going to the top to get to his own bed.
He shook his head. “No,” he muttered.
Only then did I realize how hot he felt. “Niall, sit up for a moment,” I told him.
He did as I asked. I pressed the back of my hand against his forehead. “You’re burning up…” I said. “Lay back down,” I said, now he looked worried. “Please, just lay back down,” I said again, my voice sounding desperate.
This time, he did as I asked and I went towards the back of the bus to find Paul.
I found Paul in his room. I knocked on the already open door. If there was anything I learned from the tour, it was living with a bus full of guys was unpredictable; therefore, you must always knock.
Paul looked up from his computer. “Yes?”
“Niall has a fever,” I said, breathlessly.
Paul frowned a bit and stood up. “Where is he?”
“He’s in one of the bunks,” I explained as Paul walked passed me. I followed him down the hall. He peered into the bathroom and got a first aid kit. Then he continued at a brisk walk until he got to the bunk beds. By this point, a few of the other guys, including Liam and Zayn, were also around Niall.
