New World (One Direction)

Chapter #3

Niall’s POV

　

　

I remember a time when life flowed smoothly, like a river flowing through the forest. Life used to be perfect, until the rumours started.

　

　

People would say things like; “You’re a selfish bastard and you don’t deserve to be here”. The boys were there to support me of course, but one day I just lost it, went out of control.

　

　

　

When I swung open my apartment door that night, I found letters, hundreds of them. All piled in front of me, there was only one thing to do. Read them.

　

　

　

There were many horrifying letters that day, things that i’d never dream of hearing. Many of the letters were people asking if the rumours are true. It shocked me that some actually believed them.

　

　

　

Snapping out of my daydream, I pulled myself out of the wooden chair, which Zayn had painted bright yellow as he thought it would be funny. Sighing, I wondered if I actually wanted to leave the boys.

　

　

It was a heartbreaking thought. There would be no way I could survive a few weeks without them. But I had to show management what I was made of.

　

　

I started to pack, grabbing crazy things, such as mugs and CDs. It felt right to take them, like if I didn’t I would never see them again. Yes they may just be mugs, but they’re more than that. They’re memories.

　

　

When I finished my packing, I started to write a note to the my loved ones. It read:

　

　

　

Dear Friends/Family,

If you’re reading this, i’m probably on a plane right now. On my way to somewhere new, not for long hopefully. I just need some time to clear my mind, figure out important issues. Please don’t worry about me; I will be fine.

I’m not a baby anymore, i’m a grown man. I can make my own decisions. I’ve had enough of people making all my choices.

　

So, goodbye.

Niall. x

　

　

　

　

I lifted the letter up, scanning it over and over again, making my mind up whether to just tear it up and throw it in the bin. So no one would ever know. Shaking my head in defeat, I pinned the note to my fridge, using the magnet I purchased from a store when we went on tour last year. It was a picture of me and the lads in one of those photobooth type things.

　

　

　

The memory hit me like a truck.