One Direction One shots (boyxboy)

Ziall~Feathers (hybrid)

~Niall's POV~

"Thank you, Madrid! You were amazing!" Liam yells and then we run of the stage. It's amazing to perform and to be in One Direction with four other amazing lads. 

I walk of stage were the boys are hugging each other.

"Amazing show today." Harry says and hugs me to, wrapping his hands around me and crushing my back. I groan in pain.

"You okay?" Harry asks after he released me. I nod and without saying another word, I walk to my dressing room, locking the door behind me. As soon as that is done, I look around the room to make sure there is no one here. Then I pull out my shirt and look to my back through the mirror.

The feathers on my back are all crumpled up. I sigh. The pain in my back is getting worse, so I release my wings.

Maybe I should explain. I'm Niall Horan, a bird hybrid. Yes, you read that right. I'm mostly human, but the other part of me is a bird. A swan to be exact. I have wings on my back, but I can retract them into my back, so no one knows what I am. The scars on my back are surrounded by white fluffy feathers. They are harder to hide, but I'm always careful to wear a shirt around the boys.

I look in the mirror again. My wings are now fully out of my back. I stretch them to their complete length. Ow, that feels good. They were almost three entire days folded into my back and it started to hurt, but it's a relief now that they can stretch. The tips of my wings almost touch the walls.

Slowly I move my wings a bit, so they till me up a little bit. It feels so good to fly. Even this two inches I am above the ground. But flying high up in the sky is the most amazing feeling there is. Diving through clouds and chasing the little birds is awesome. I love it. I feel free when I fly.

I let myself sink onto the ground again and fold my wings on my back. I take my bag and search through it for my diary. Finally I find it. Quick I grab a pen and sit down on the sofa, careful not to hurt my wings. 

I open my diary and read through the last thing I wrote:

Dear diary,

I hate this. 

I hate how I can't tell the boys what I am. They will only judge me and trow me out of the band. They'll hate me. 

Today I lost a feather. Zayn saw it and picked it up. "Boys, look at this." He said and everyone was looking astonished to my feather. I just played along. When they asked where it came from I shrugged and said that it must have been a very big bird or maybe from someones costume. 

I hope they didn't notice my anxiety. I hope they don't find out about me. 

Zayn held the feather. He said that he would hold it as his lucky charm. 

You must now, he broke up with Perrie last week. And maybe it's wrong, but I'm so happy for it. Maybe I have a chance with him now.

Who am I kidding. Zayn doesn't like me. He said himself that he broke up with her because he loves someone else. And besides, I'm part swan. He'll never like me.

I'm going to sleep now, 

X Niall.

That was three days ago. I only write in my diary when I'm alone and when my wings are free. That was a horrible day. I was so scared when they found my feather. It's bigger than other bird feathers. 

I have to admit that I was flattered when Zayn said that he would hold the feather as his lucky charm. 

I sigh at the memories of that day and focus on what I'm going to write today.