One Direction Stories #Wattys2017

Niall's Hurt

Story time! I loved writing this story so much! And I hope you enjoy reading it as much I enjoyed writing it! 

LET THE STORY BEGIN!

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It was that time of year again when Niall got headaches. He couldn't stop the headaches. He could only make them go away temporarily. But now Niall had been having knee pains(A/N: I'm making this take place before he has surgery). Niall, being Niall, insisted that he could preform. The boys, being the protective band mates that they are, made sure to keep a close eye on the blonde hair, blue eyed boy.

(Liam's POV)

I walked into Niall's dressing room to see him laying face down on the couch. I instantly knew that something was bothering him.

"Nialler. You okay?" I heard a whimper coming from his pale form. "What's wrong?"

"Knee hurts. Head hurts." I pulled up the leg of his shorts to take a look at his knee. Swollen.

"Its a little swollen buddy. Do you want some painkillers and ice?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be right back."

Walking out into the hallway I ran into Paul, just who I was looking for.

"Paul do you have any pain killers?"

"Yeah, in my bag. Why? Whats wrong?"

"It's Niall. His head and knee, which is also a little swollen, hurts."

"Poor lad. I'll go get them, and I take it he wants some ice."

"Yeah I was going to get some."

"You do that. I'll meet you in his dressing room."

"Ok."

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I was making my way back to Niall's dressing room. When I heard talking from inside. I walked in quietly to see Louis comforting a crying Niall.

"What happened here?"

"His knee." I felt bad for Niall. I felt bad since he has to wait for surgery until we have a break.

"Here Ni. You could use this." I placed the ice on his knee and he instantly felt relief.

I heard a knock on the door.

"Hey Paul."

"Here. How ya doin Ni?"

"Ok, I guess."

"Are you going to be good for tonight?"

"Yeah. I think so."

(SHOW TIME; Niall's POV)

I knew performing was going to be a bad idea. My head is killing me, and my knee hurts every time I apply pressure. I knew I should I have told the boys that I couldn't perform, but I didn't want to be a bother.

"Hey boys, c'mon. Show time."

"K." Was all I replied, I couldn't bring myself to words.

"Nialler?" I heard Louis ask. "Are you alright? Does your knee and head still hurt?"

"Not really..." I lied.

"Ok, but let us know if they do. Ok?"

"Yeah c'mon, we've got a show to do."

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(Halfway though the show; Still Niall's POV)

We were halfway through the show, and the lights were making my head hurt even more than it already does. The bright flashes, don't even start. I have been drinking TONS of water, but it doesn't help. My knee was killing me! The jumping, walking, running up and down the stage hurt. I knew I should have told the boys.