As Niall woke up to another day on the tour bus, he immediately sensed that something was off. His head felt heavy, and his body sluggish. As he checked his blood sugar, the reality sank in – he was waking up with high blood sugar levels.
Feeling frustrated and groggy, Niall's irritation level skyrocketed. He was well aware of how high blood sugar affected his mood, but that knowledge did little to alleviate his frustration. He tried to shake off the irritability, knowing that his bandmates didn't deserve to bear the brunt of his emotions.
As Niall stepped out of his bunk, Basil, their tour manager, noticed his tense demeanor. Basil had been with the boys for years and had learned to read their emotions like a book.
"Hey, everyone," Basil said, addressing the group in a hushed tone. "Just a heads up, Niall is waking up with high blood sugar today, so he might be in a bit of a foul mood. Let's give him some space and support until he feels better."
The boys nodded understandingly, appreciating the heads-up. They knew that Niall didn't mean to be in a bad mood; it was simply the result of his high blood sugar levels.
Throughout the morning, Niall struggled to shake off the frustration and irritability. He found it difficult to focus and participate in the usual banter with the boys. The smallest things seemed to irritate him, and he fought the urge to snap at his bandmates.
As the day wore on, Niall's high blood sugar continued to wreak havoc on his emotions. Despite his best efforts, he found it challenging to control his frustration and irritability, especially when interacting with his bandmates.
The boys tried to engage Niall in their usual banter and playful conversations, but he responded with short, curt replies. He could feel himself being rude, but it was as if he couldn't snap out of the negative mindset that the high blood sugar had thrust upon him.
"Hey, Niall, do you want to join us for a game of cards?" Harry asked, attempting to include Niall in their downtime activities.
Niall glanced at them, his frustration evident in his eyes. "Nah, I'm good," he replied brusquely, not giving any further explanation.
Harry exchanged a worried glance with the other boys. They knew Niall wasn't himself, but they also knew it was a result of the high blood sugar affecting his mood. Still, it was hard to see their friend like this.
"I think I'm just going to go for a walk or something," Niall mumbled, getting up from the table without waiting for a response.
Liam tried to reach out. "Do you want us to come with you?"
"No, I'll be fine," Niall snapped, immediately regretting his tone as he saw the hurt in Liam's eyes.
As Niall stepped outside, he felt a mix of guilt and frustration. He knew he was being rude and short-tempered, but he felt trapped in this emotional state. He wandered aimlessly, trying to clear his head and get some fresh air.
As he walked, Niall knew that his bandmates were just trying to help, but he felt like a burden. He didn't want them to see him in this state, knowing that his high blood sugar was affecting not only him but also those around him.
After some time, Niall decided to sit down on a nearby bench. He took a deep breath, trying to regain some composure. He checked his blood sugar again, hoping it had come down, but it was still stubbornly high. He bolused some more and quickly made his way back to the bus as the boys had a meeting with management to attend.
As Niall walked into the meeting room, he was already on edge due to his high blood sugar. His bandmates, however, seemed to be in a jovial mood, laughing and joking around as they settled into their seats. The noise level was a bit much for Niall's frayed nerves, and he struggled to concentrate.
