My Best Friends One Direction || Book One

Chapter 29

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Dakota's POV

My closed eyes squinted again and again as the screaming only became louder, yet none of this was connecting to the actions in my dream. Maybe the clouds had mouths to speak from?
I took it upon myself to actually open my eyes and I woke up to the annoying sound of a British accent practically screaming once Ronaldo to pass the ball to another player. From my close observation, I could tell Niall was playing video games.
But really? At this time? I looked over to my clock.
1:45 am.
What the fuck is Niall doing up at 1:45 am.

Once it began to quiet down, I took it upon myself to go back to sleep. In order to rest, I usually think about what my day will be the next morning... well it's already morning. So tomorrow-or today, whatever-my soccer game isn't until 6:00 but before that I have to go shopping with Rose, May couldn't come because her and Louis are doing something like a date.

"GOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!! WHAT A PLAY." I heard the announcer again, my eyes opening with dramatic annoyance.

I got out of bed in my boxer sleep shorts and my tank top, frustratedly walking into the living room. There he was, eating cheese balls on the couch, feet up, in his underwear and t-shirt. He just about jumped once he noticed me standing there, I held on a stern face, "Niall. It's 2:00 in the fucking morning." He gulped and nodded. "Wouldn't it be a wise decision to go to sleep?" I said. He took a deep breath and nodded, but just looked to the ground. Is he okay? Was I really that mean just now?
"Niall, you alright?" I asked making him move over as I sat next to him. He shrugged, only muttering, "it's nothing."
I sighed and turned myself around so I was facing him, I made him look at me in the eye.

"Tell me." I said. His blank stare continued, leaving me not as tried as I was ten minutes ago.

"It's just been really hard for me to sleep these past few days." He said.

"Why, what's the problem?" I asked, hoping nothing major was wrong.

"Just stress, like we're doing this new song, and the lads really wanted me to do a solo. I'm just not used to doing those, you know? In Up All Night I didn't have any solos either so I just thought-" I cut off Niall's rambling, not very excited about what he would reveal next.
"Niall, listen to me. Your voice is amazing. Remember, One Direction isn't the band it is without you. I mean, the boys love you so that explains why you get the solo, not to mention how amazing your voice is. The fans love you too!" I said, he looked down nervously after I said the last part.

"Is it happening again?" I asked shyly. He nodded and I took him in a loving hug. I rubbed his back soothly as he tried to hold back the sobs.

Last year, I was at the boys hotel room back in LA. I walked in Niall's room to tell him lunch was ready, but when I saw him he was crying. His computer was in front of him and he was tangled up in his bed sheets. Turns out, Niall was looking at hate. Niall is probably the most sensitive guy I know, so just him reading this broke him, as well as myself. For about a half a week, he wouldn't come out of his room. Directioners called him fat, so he didn't eat. They called him ugly, Niall wouldn't get out of bed. The worst part is, they said Niall couldn't sing and that he shouldn't be in the band.
They act like they're true fans, but when they say like, oh I only like Zayn, I hate the rest, no. You can't do that. They come in a package. I sighed and released from the hug,
"You okay?" I asked. I saw him smile a little. He nodded and I got up. As I was walking down the hall, an idea came to my mind.

"Niall?" I spoke, still not fully realizing what I was about to ask.

"Yeah" He responded, turning to me. I panicked and looked at my toes. Oh my god what am I doing?