One Direction One Shots

Stressed Out

One where they have a ton of work, so Niall gets a bit stressed out.

NIALL POV:
This week, instead of two concerts, we have five.

This has got me a bit stressed out, but I can handle... probably.

Anyways, it's Monday today, the day of our first concert of the week.

We have to leave in about two hours so I figure I have about an hour and a half for free time.

Great, more time to panic.

Sure, this concert, and the one tomorrow, will probably go great, but for the next ones will already be tired, so it might not go as well...

Açai, I decide I can just listen to music, until it's time to get ready.

But call me without realizing it, I fell asleep.

An Hour and Fourty-Five Minutes Later
NIALL POV:
"Niall! Wake up!" I hear.

I shoot up. I quietly check my watch.

Shit! We're leaving in fifteen minutes!

They must've turned off the music already, so I sit up.

"Sorry, I didn't realize I fell asleep," I say, worried, they'll yell at me.

"Just... don't let it happen again," Liam says.

"Ok, thanks for waking me..."

He just nods, and leaves the room.

I quickly get some clothes, and ask the boys if it looks ok. They make some comments, so I change.

I take a little while to find a new outfit. I realize that when Louis screams at me.

HURRY UP, NIALL!" he shouts.

I run out as soon as I hear it, but that doesn't really change anything.

"S-sorry," I say, but I get ignored.

We get into the car, Louis taking the front seat, of course.

As soon as we get there, we're rushed inside.

"Finally," the interviewer says, before breaking into a huge, fake, smile.

I don't really pay attention to the interview.

On the way back to the car, Lim starts talking to me.

"Are you ok Niall? You seemed a little... off during the interview."

"Uh, yea, just-" I start, but Louis cut me off.

"He's probably faking, to make up for waking up late and stuff," he says harshly.

"I-"

"Save it."

We get into the car and have a long, silent, ride home.

The Next Day
NIALL POV:
I wake u to Liam shaking me, again.

"Niall! You said this wouldn't happen again, and guess what. It happened again!"

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know how I forgot..."

He just scoffs and walks off.

I check the time. We have about fourty-five minutes until we leave.

I decide to skip breakfast, and take a shower.

LIAM POV:
I leave Niall's room, but stay outside for a second.

I hear him get out of bed, then into the shower.

Great, a perfect chance to talk to they boys.

"Guys, band meeting," I call from the kitchen.