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Not Everyone Likes Pranks

Zayn's POV
    Louis and I snickered quietly, setting the note on Niall's beside table. It was just a harmless prank that we would look back at and laugh. We snuck out of Niall's room and closed his door. We decided to go out and relax at the park while Niall found his prize. We had fixed a camera that was hidden to see his reaction.
     "Louis?"
"Hmmm?" He hummed, spacing his arms apart on the park bench.
"Do you think this prank was too mean?" I asked, nervously.
"Never!" He faked a posh accent.
I smiled sipping at the drink we had gotten at the take out restaurant.
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Niall POV
    I just finished eating my sandwiches. I crumpled up my napkin and threw it in the trashcan, licking my lips and taking a sip of my water. I walked into my room and sat on my bed, looking at Twitter and replying to some fans. I noticed that Y/N, my best friend, had text me asking if I was feeling alright and if I was having fun.

To: Y/N
Yeah I'm feeling great. But I miss my best friend

From: Y/N
Awwwww, don't be sad sweety.

    Don't assume anything. She always calls me that. Ever since she bought me a ton of sweets and I ate them all in one day. I was sick as a dog but it was worth it. Y/N sat with me on the couch all day rubbing my tummy and playing with my hair all day.

    I sat up and noticed a envelope on my bedside table. It had a sight blue tinge to it. It had my name written on it in fancy handwriting. I picked it up and ripped out open, careful not to rip the paper that was inside. When I got it out I noticed it was typed up and kind of long. It read:

Dear Niall,
    As management, we basically own you, so we need you to make a few changes. It's really nothing personal, but the fans just don't like you as much as the other boys. Okay... So maybe it's a little bit personal.
    First of all, you are way too loud. You talk to much and honestly you need to just shut up. When you laugh you laugh to loud and obnoxious. The most annoying part is even you ask WAY too many questions. So, your first change is to not talk as much and when you do, do it quietly.
    Secondly, you eat too much. Soon enough, your fast metabolism is going to disappear and you will become fat. And fat is not for boybands. We are sure that the lads are upset at your food intake in a DAY! So we ask you to not eat as much and not take thirds at all.
    Which brings us to the third change. We want you to work out a bit more. Maybe run laps or run on the treadmill. We informed your instructor that you would be working out a lot more and he understood completely. You could play football with the boys or something.
    The last change is you are a BABY!  Here's a tip, how about you shove a lamp up your as* and lighten the fuc* up. You cry more than any adult we know, even against women. How many times do you cry a day? 1,000? How about a week? 1,000,000? Let's reduce that number to about once a week.
    To give you a reason to follow these rules, the boys will be watching you and reporting to us about what you've been doing. Here's another reason, if you don't do this, you'll be out of the band FOREVER!

    I sunk to the floor, confused on what I had just read. Was I really too loud? Did I really eat too much? I did the first thing I could think of and grabbed my phone to all Y/N. I let out a sob as I tried to call her. After three rings she picked up.

    "Hello?"

"Do you think I eat too much?"

"Of course not. You're perfect just the way you are," she replied sincerely.

"Thanks," I sobbed.

"What's gotten into you? Have you gotten hate?"

"No. I'm just... having a bad day."

"Well you know I love you so don't change."

I sobbed loudly and told her that I loved her too. It wasn't love as in a couple, but it is a love as in, I can't live without you.
    She hung up after telling me that my bad day would end soon. I got up and wiped my tears and washed my face hoping the lads wouldn't notice. I walked down the stairs gripping the railing, practically for my life. Even I reached the kitchen, Liam was rummaging through the cabinets and Harry was cooking soup on the stove.
"Hey Nialler, would you like done soup? I made a whole extra one for you!" Harry asked politely.
    It was a test, I just knew it. Of course I wanted to have a bunch of soup but I could have a small bit.
"Um sure," I hesitated.
He filled the bowl until it was practically falling out.
"Harry... I'm not that hungry really."
"Nonsense," he set the bowl down in front of me.
    I ate about a quarter and decided I'd better not eat anymore.
"So Niall... Management ca-" Liam started to say.
But I cut him off by running to the bathroom. It was the closest room that has a door I could lock. The mention of management made me want to sob. I buried my face in my arms resting them on my knees.
    "Niall? Are you feeling alright? What's wrong?" Liam asked knocking frantically on the door.
I didn't answer. He knew exactly what was wrong. My sobbing died down and I sat there for a long time. I eventually fall asleep against the wall.
    There was a pounding against the door. It woke me up with a start.
"Niall are you feeling alright? You ate nothing!" Harry called nervously.
I still didn't answer. That nervousness in his voice was because of this, I know it. I shut my eyes once again falling back into another light sleep.
    There was a ringing in my phone that woke me up again. I looked at it. Y/N.

"Hello?" I asked drosily.

"What's wrong? Liam and Harry day you locked yourself in the bathroom."

"I'm fine, really."

    The call was cut off by it suddenly hanging up. I closed my eyes once again, hoping they would leave me alone. My mind drifted to sleep and I think it was about midnight when I woke up. I felt hot and sweaty.
    I unlocked the door and turned the door knob slowly. I didn't want it to wake anyone up but Liam was sitting on the couch watching TV. He must have heard me open the door because he turned abruptly.
"Nialler!" He ran up and tried to hug me.
"Get off of me," I said pushing him away, annoyed.
His eyebrows furrowed.
"Are you feeling alright?" He asked, reaching up to feel my forehead.
I smacked his have away and ran up to my bedroom.
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Next day
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    "I'm worried about him," Liam said to the other boys.
I could see them from around the corner of the wall. I rounded the corner, sniffling.
"Niall! I can't believe you locked yourself in the bathroom!" Zayn said chuckling.
Louis elbowed him the side and grunted.
"Nialler can I talk to you?" Louis asked.
"I don't know, can you?" I asked barely audible.
"Yes."
    He took me into the hallway and put both of his hands on my shoulders. My lip quivered a bit, but of course I tried not to cry in front of Louis. He would surely tell management. It quivered a bit more and Louis eyes softened even more.
"Please don't cry, it was all a prank,"
"It was a WHAT?" I roared.
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Needless to say, Niall didn't talk to Louis out Zayn for a week.
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Alright so this was really had to write, the letter part I mean. Writing all of those untrue things about Niall really upset me. Niall is perfect and that's that.

Random Question of the Chapter:
Why is it called beauty sleep when you wake up looking like a troll?
I ask this question all the time to myself!
What's your answer?

Random Fact of the Chapter:
Haters don't really hate you, they just hate themselves because you're a reflection of who they wish to be.

xD Go Read a Book.