One Direction One Shots

Boundaries (1)

Niall doesn't like being touched. (In this, it's because of his childhood.) The others know this, but they don't... understand... it. You see, sometimes, when Niall is being annoying or something like that, they poke or touch him. Purely for their entertainment. (Please don't do this, ever, I hate being touched and just writing this is making me disgusted already.) One day, Niall's having a rough day, and taking it out a bit on the others. The next day is similar, so they start poking at him. It gets so bad, he goes into a panic attack.

The boys (actually) learn their lesson.

LIAM POV:
I wake up from the light shining through the window.

I grab my phone to check the time.

We should probably leave in about an hour for our interview. (I just realized how I barely ever make the boys have something besides an interview, like, concerts, practices, sound check..? etc,.)

I wake up Louis first, because his room is right next to me.

I lightly tap his arm.

"Time to get up Lou," I say softly.

He easily gets up and so does Harry using the same method.

Now just Niall.

I go over to him and poke his arm a few times.

He immediately sits up and looks at me, appearing scared.

"Don't touch me!"

"Oh, right, sorry," I say.

I still don't understand why he doesn't like being touched, but I let it go.

NIALL POV:
Aargh, why does he always forget.

They all do! Except, except Zayn.

He was always there...

But he's gone now! I have to get over it...

"Niall?" Liam calls.

"Coming!"

I quickly brush my teeth and go out to the kitchen.

"Why can't you just call my name instead of poking me every time you wake me up!?" I yell at Liam.

"Geez, well I don't know anyone else who hates being touched. You don't even have a reason for it!"

"What do you mean I don't have a reason! My-" I stop, realizing I've never actually told them.

"Just what I thought," he mumbles.

The Next Day (I didn't know what else to write, sorry!)
NIALL POV:
When I woke up this morning, this time, Liam did just whisper my name, but he seemed very pissed off at me.

"I'm sorry..." I say, "I-I know I've never told you why and everything and I-I think I might want to change that."

"Please, you don't need to spend time making an excuse for us all."

"I- what?"

"I'm saying that I DON'T CARE! for your excuses."

I shrink back down into my bed.

"Sorry..."

He leaves.

"I wish Zayn was here..." I whisper to myself.

(It is so hard to write this right now because I'm watching Niall gag on Spill Guts or Fill your Guts with James LOL! (sorry))

After a few minutes, I get up, brush my teeth, and go to the kitchen.

"Finally," someone mutters.

"Why are you being so mean to me today..?" I ask them.

"Because you were a dick yesterday."

"What did I do?"

"You kept talking to me about how you hate being touched!"

"I- that was just during breakfast... I'm sorry though, I didn't mean to-"

"Hey, how do you like this!?" Liam cuts me off, and starts poking me repeatedly.

"Stop it Liam! STOP IT!"

"No! YOU HAVE NO REASON TO NOT WANT TO BE TOUCHED BY YOUR BANDMATES!"

"I-I don't even like being touched by my family... GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!"

I hear him say something else, but all I can hear is the ringing in my ears. More hands are near me now.

Before my body knows it, I run up to my room, and slam the door shut.

LIAM POV:
I think we really fucked up.

No, I think I really fucked up.

After waiting a half hour for him to calm down, I go to his room and softly knock on the door.

"I know it's you Liam, go away!"

I ignore his comment and open the door.

What I see just breaks me.

Niall is curled into a ball on his bed, and loudly sobbing.

I don't know how I didn't notice it when he was talking.

"Niall, I am so sorry, I don't know why I did that, I'm such a jerk."

"Yea, you are," he says through tears.

"H-how can I help you then?"

"By leaving and never coming back."

"Niall, can I ask you something?"

He doesn't say anything so I continue.

"So, like, can you tell me WHY you don't like being touched and all that."

I notice his crying get louder, and heavier.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, just forget I asked."

"N-no, I- you should know why."

I just nod.

"When I-I was younger, really young, maybe five or six... my brother was not good. He was-was an... an... an alcoholic. My parents tried to keep me from him, except-except when they joined him. And when my brother was drunk, he would-" more tears fall out his eyes.

"Wh-what did he do, Ni?"

"He raped me... every chance he could, MY OWN BROTHER."

(I love Greg too, sorry for this!)

I'm speechless.

How could anyone rape anyone, especially my pour (I feel so stupid, is this the right pour?) Nialler!

"So how can I- how can WE help?" I ask, after a few minutes.

"Not touch me anymore..." He mumbles.

"I-I am really, really sorry for-for everything Niall."

He finally uncurls from his ball.

"You can help me by turning on Friends and helping me relax and then serving me chocolate cake."

I laugh.

"As you wish." (I wonder if any of y'all get that reference.)

The first chance I can, I tell the others.

Soon, we work out a system for how to get around tasks that would be difficult without touch (I feel weird writing this part, like it's offending, and I don't know why. Tell me if it is please!).

(FYI, my reason for being completely uncomfortable with touch, has nothing to do with my past, or germs, or anything else like that.)

(I don't know how this turned into a just Niall and Liam thing, but it did, thanks for reading!)

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