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Aycie Locke

9th August, Indianapolis.

I'm worried sick.

Everything was normal yesterday, things are going good actually. The boys have been doing great on stage and after the half disastrous time in Miami things have really cooled down now, Niall's happy, I'm happy and everyone else is as well. Especially Summer and Harry.

We just arrived from Chicago yesterday and were in Indianapolis now, it's a never even a question of me going to my own room anymore, we've both gotten used to sleeping together and I remember one night a few days ago we tried to go back to our own rooms just to test if we could sleep.

We couldn't.

We woke up and Niall was being quiet, I brushed it off as him being sleepy since we woke up just minutes earlier and then my grandma called so I went to to the bathroom to answer it.

When I came back he was dressed but he was sat whack down on the bed staring at the floor.

That's when I first got a little concerned, he looked tense, his teeth were grinding together and his eyebrows were permanently creased, his body stiff.

I got myself dressed into some thicker black jeans and then stole the black stussy sweatshirt off Niall.

It was gloomy today and there was a gloomy atmosphere in the room, outside the I die was grey and it was silent in the room. I guess I dressed accordingly. He had also put on black jeans and a black hoodie.

I pretty much lived in it for week and grew an emotional attachment to it.

When I looked back to the bed he had climbed back under the comforter with his back turned towards me, his face looking out the window.

He hadn't said anything at all.

I went over to try and talk to him, to ask him what was wrong but he wouldn't even tell me to go away or stop asking questions, He just silently shook his head.

There was this look in his eyes though, they were pleading like he was trying to scream underwater, he looked trapped.

That look killed me, I've never seen him look so upset before, there's been times where he had gotten very upset with me before but I knew why.

But this look was different, whatever it was looks like it's rooted deep into his brain, It's eating him alive.

I decided that maybe if I just stayed with him and let him think in silence that he'd speak up, I layer with him for three hours and he let me hugged very tight to his front but he never spoke.

I thought maybe some food would cheer him up so I went to the mini bar and got some cookies and some water.

He just shook his head again.

He loves food. He's never turned it down as far as I know.

That's when I got extremely worried.

I stayed with him even longer, I didn't mind just lying with him. He left one small kiss to my cheek which for some reason tore me apart inside.

I could feel how hard his heart was beating against my back the whole time.

It was like he was silently panicking, but he looked completely composed.