What Direction? {Nouis/Narry}

Chapter One - Who Needs A Girl When You Have Your Mates?

*Third Person POV*

Niall had never been so... so... depressed.

How could Lauren do that to him? What did he do wrong? Or was he just wrong in general? Was he too scrawny for Lauren? Too horrifying to even glance at? Possibly.

No one knew what to do; Niall had never been like this. He walked around with his head held low, occasionally taking a swig of whatever kind of beer he had in his hand. He would stay in his room for days on end, not even coming out to eat. Not changing out of his stinky, sweaty clothes. Not even taking a sip of anything other than alcohol. Lauren had messed Niall up, so badly. She played him like a toy, pulling on the strings, making him walk around like a puppet, doing her bids. She had once cared for him, loved him, but that had faded, and it she soon became too wrapped up in the fame that Niall brought to realise she was actually hurting her so called boyfriend.

The fans hadn't liked her; not at all. And if you found a 'Nauren' shipper, they would probably tell you how much they hated the other fans for hating on her. Niall had defended Lauren; though now he knew each and every directioner was so, so right about her. No matter how many times she called, texted or came over, Niall refused to talk to her, or even go downstairs to face her. All of his usual Niall-ness and vanished; and the boys had little hope they were going to see it again.

--

"C'mon, Ni, you have to eat something," Liam insisted, placing the bowl of cereal on Niall's bedside table. "Please? For me?"

Niall shook his head, though his stomach betrayed him, grumbling loudly. He groaned; Liam would force him to eat now.

"Niall," Liam said sternly, taking the younger boy's face in his hands. "Niall. Starving yourself is not what you need right now. Why not come out? Me and the lads are having a night in. Come and enjoy yourself, Niall. I promise, we won't make you'd o anything other than eat, drink and relax, m'kay?"

Niall nodded wearily. He really didn't want to go and have a 'night in with the lads'. He'd rather stay up here, perhaps with a stolen slab of chocolate, and sulk some more. That's how it was now. That's how he was.

"Niall, talk to me," Liam pleaded. "I can't stand this. You're my best friend."

Niall looked up, into the puppy-dog eyes of Liam. "M'sorry," he whimpered, close to tears. "'M so sorry."

Liam sighed, "You can't keep doing this Niall. Get a new girl, forget that slut. She's history; and you should realise that."

Niall nodded, staying silent. He winced when Liam called Lauren a slut -- although she broke his heart, Lauren still held a special place in the shattered pieces; which was why he was doing this. Maybe starving yourself haf to death would help the memories die away. Horrible truth was, it only made things worse.

--

The young Irishman walked across Harry's gravelly garden. This was where they were going to be for the next few hours, then he could go back to being sulky.

"Niall!" Zayn cheered as he entered the house. "Thought you wouldn't show!"

Throughout the night in -- which turned out only to be playing Fifa, drinking beer and eating junk food -- Liam kept a close watch on Niall. The younger lad wasn't joining in the banter -- though he'd usually be the one starting it. His poor Nialler was torturing himself in his head, wondering why Lauren had done that to him.

'But then again, why wouldn't she?' Niall thought. 'I've always seen her checking out Zayn and Louis. I shouldn't have let it slide; I should have confronted her.'

--

Louis walked home, pitying Niall. The man -- the BOY -- shouldn't have to put up with this. The fans were pestering him, wondering why he had been staying in his house for so long.

His phone buzzed, and he took it from his pocket. Lauren. Why the hell did he even still have her number? He clicked accept; ready to give Lauren a piece of his sassy mind.

"What?!" he snapped. "Why are you calling me?!"

"P-p-please, L-Louis," she sobbed. "I-I ne-ed Niall. P-please--"

"No," Louis growled. "You actually think you can get him back after your little episode? Have you even seen him lately? He's a mess, and it's all your fault, Lauren. He doesn't wash, doesn't eat, doesn't drink anything but beer. Hell, he doesn't even leave his flat anymore. And y'know what? It's all because of you. Niall needs someone who'll be there for him; not spread her legs for every other man walking down the street."

"L-Louis," she stuttered. "I just need to talk to him; I promise I didn't mean for it to go that far. H-he m-m-made me."

"That's a filthy lie," Louis shot back. "And you know it."

"Babe?" a voice on the other side of the phone asked, sounding like he was just behind Lauren. "You comin' back to bed?"

"Aha!" Louis shouted. "You little whore!"

"No!" Lauren sobbed. "I'm not a whore, Louis, I promise. I-I want Niall back, please. Please, please, Louis. Just talk to him for me."

"No chance," Louis growled. "Y'know what? Niall would be better off with--" he stopped himself. Haha, no. "Never mind. See you around, Lauren-- In fact I don't really want to see your slutty face ever again."

"L--" but Louis had already cut the line, feeling quite proud of himself.

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A/N:

@BelongsToHoran:

Yes, Lauren, you ARE actually a whore. -BTH x

(P.S- Kelli isn't here right now, she's at a party, so there isn't an authors note from her.)