~ Chapter Thirteen ~

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"I'd like to thank my mum and dad for making me Asian, I'd also like to take this moment to thank four of the best guys that I ever met whilst being in the band and doing all the amazing things that I did. Some of the things that we did will stay with me for the rest of my life." He smiled, pulling the award close to his chest before walking backstage.

The tears didn't stop, he leant his back against the cool wall, running his hand over his recently shaved head. He thought it would be a nice change, but it just reminded him of his best friend Liam.

Talking his phone out of his pocket, his hand shook with the fear and sadness that ran through his body. He dialled a number, that he thought he wouldn't have the courage to.

"Hello?"

His voice was caught, he couldn't speak.

"Hello is there anyone there?"

There was a sigh from the other person, before they hung up causing more tears to fall. He slid down the wall, setting the trophy beside him before hugging his legs.

"I'm here Liam, I'm here."

He stared at the brick wall in front of him, he didn't want to move from this spot. He called his best friend yet he choked up, why?!

He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to find his mum.

"What's wrong?"

"I called him mum. I called Liam, I choked up! I didn't know what to say... I mean I know what I want to say but when I heard his voice, j just didn't know what to say.. I miss that life mum... I miss performing to the fans, I miss those tour bus conversations after a gig... Like the time we were talking about taping Harry up and then someone farted and we all blamed Niall... I mean you know Niall." He laughed a little at the end, but those laughs turned into tears, which turned into sobs.

He cried into his mother chest. He wanted that life back, yet how could he get it back?

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