Plot Twist ((Niam))

Chapter 14

I drank a couple more shots before deciding that I should just go back to the tour bus and burn that fucking notebook down.

I nodded over at Zayn who nodded back lazily and patted Louis and Harry on their backs as I passed by them. I have no idea where Liam is but I have no time to look for him because I'm hell bent on just making that notebook disappear before anyone could see it.

I got out of the club and tried to remember the way back to the tour bus. I covered my eyes with shades because I don't need anyone to crowd me especially in this drunken state. 

"Hey you" I heard an unfamiliar voice call out yet I continued to walk. "Don't fucking ignore me kid"

I spun around to face a bigger, possibly older, stronger and taller guy. He had black hair and has scars all over his body, possibly from fighting. I gulped.

"What do you want?" I asked nervously.

"You're that faggot from that boy band, aren't you?" the man smirked.

"Y-yeah. Why?" I looked around in vain hopes that Paul is just nearby. But the next thing I knew was that a fist collided in my face and I was on the ground, gasping for air and trying to bear with the pain that's throbbing at the side of my cheek. 

To my disappointment, instead of just leaving me on the floor, the man proceeded to kick me around. His foot landing on my stomach, near my groin, even my face. After what felt like forever, he spat, "faggot" and ran away.

I started to cry. What's so wrong with being gay? Back in high school, I was teased and beat up but I was never humiliated this way. Plus people, my own fans, hate me. What's wrong with me?

I placed my hand on the ground and pushed myself up to stand up. I continued looking for the tour bus with blurry eyes until I finally saw it, casually parked near an abandoned grocery store.

I limped my way towards the bus, stopping only to puke out blood. As I opened the front door and maneuvered myself around the bus, I saw Liam sitting down on the couch watching TV. Although I don’t think he's really watching because they're playing Tom and Jerry yet Liam is staring transfixed at the floor.

"Liam?" I croaked.

Liam spun around and quickly stood up as he saw the weak state I'm in. "Niall? What happened?" 

"Some guy beat me up then called me a faggot" I coughed blood unto the floor. My head was throbbing and I quickly sunk to the floor. Everything was going blurry and I was dizzy and the only thing I heard were Liam's footsteps as I fell face first unto the floor. 

"Niall?" I heard someone say. I opened my eyes and 4 boys were staring at me. I looked around. I'm currently on the couch in the tour bus. I have a massive head ache and I don’t know if it's from the booze or that prick that beat the shit out of me. 

"Ooooh. Harsh bruise you've got there"

"Louis" Harry nudged Louis' sides. "Hey Niall. How are you?"

"Fucking fantastic!" I said sarcastically. "My head feels like it's gonna explode any moment now. My eye is throbbing and my body is in eternal pain"

"Someone remembered to put their sassy pants on" Louis said.

"Do you still remember us Niall?" Zayn asked.

"Yeah. Of course" I smiled. I'm actually thankful I still have my memory. Losing your memory is like finishing your homework and realizing you did the wrong one.

Everyone sighed in relief.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"We're a couple of minutes away from the airport. We're going to Ireland, remember?" Liam smiled. Instantly, I felt better. I can't wait to meet everyone and by everyone I meant my family and Sean.