One Direction One Shots

Face Your Fears

On a free day, the boys play a game about facing fears. They use a wheel &(out) put everyone's worst fears on it. When Niall goes, he gets his worst fear &(out) begs not to do it. His request is turned down. He does it but fails, twice. He's now in a full blown panic attack.

NIALL POV:
Today is a free day. I'm bored and the other boys look the same. I open Twitter. Nothing new. Instagram. Nothing. Ugh.

"Guys, can we do something fun? Like a game or something?"

"Ooh! Let's do a drinking game!" Louis said.

I thought about it. The last time we did a drinking game I won. Though, it was only because I wouldn't get up because I have a shy bladder and we were in a pulled over car so I wouldn't even be able to go. I ended up standing outside and wetting myself. That was horrible. The boys will never let me forget about that for some reason. Never again.

"No," I said.

"Hmm... what about facing your fears!"

I looked up.

"F-fears? Like our worst fears?"

"Well, not necessarily but sure!"

No, my worst fear is claustrophobia. If I was trapped in a box or something, I would immediately go into a panic attack.

"Sure," the rest of the boys said.

"Niall? What do you think," he asked.

"I-I uh."

"Come on, it'll be real fun. Let's use one of those spin wheels and put everyone's worst fears on it," Liam said.

"Niall? You ok," Harry asked.

"Yea, just hot. Anyone else really hot in here or something," I nervously said with a fake chuckle.

The boys all look at me with confused faces. They were all in sweatshirts and Harry and Zayn were even in blankets. I chuckled again and looked at the ground.

"Ok... let's play! Come get a spin wheel with me Li," Louis said.

Liam nodded.

They came back a few minutes later holding a spin wheel.

"Where did you get that!?"

"None of your business," Liam said playfully.

I sighed and got up.

"Ok, worst fears everyone."

"Water, I guess. Like swimming pools and oceans and stuff," Zayn said.

"Ok," Louis said and wrote it down.

"Spoons," Liam said.

The boys laughed at that but I didn't. Phobias aren't funny. I watched Louis write it down.

"Swearing for me," Louis said.

"What does that mean?"

"Like getting in trouble for swearing or something."

"Fine with me, spoons are much weirder," Liam said.

The boys laughed again but I wouldn't. Louis wrote down 'spoons,' and waited for someone else.

"Probably needles," Harry said.

"But you have like a million tattoos!" I said.

"Yea well, I faced my fear."

I was shocked. How could you just face your fear like that. Especially so many times. I looked at all the tattoos on his body.

"Why are you starin' at me!?"