-Liams POV-
I woke up, as usual and got up. I checked the time and smiled- 6:00am. I usually got up early to see Niall, as Paul came in at 7:00 to check on us. Ever since Paul found out, Niall has been..Different.
He doesn't walk with the same bounce of enthusiasm. He doesn't laugh with that laugh that could get girls pregnant. He is just, not the same.
I walked into Nialls room, like usual, to check on him. He wasn't there. I started to panic a bit, but then i realised exactly where he was.
I rushed into the bathroom to find Niall, both hands either side of the sink, putting his full weight into it. His legs were crossed and his face was close to the mirror as he stared intently at himself.
"Niall? What are you doing?"
He looked back at me, hatred in his eyes. "What do you want, Liam?" I was taken aback, but I knew he didn't mean it. "Niall!" "Liam, I can't do this anymore. Look at me."
"I am looking at you, do you want to know what I see? Perfection. The fans who think differently are...wrong."
"Liam don't even try that! You agree! I'm ugly. I hate myself. Do you know how many times I have passed 11:11 wishing I could look like you, or Harry, or Zayn, Or louis?! Anyone but me! The fans are right." He said, tears forming in his eyes as he said it.
"I don't deserve you. I don't deserve anyone. I don't deserve anything. I don't deserve to be 1/5 of One Direction." Tears were streaming down his face by now and mine too. "It's over, Liam."
