One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

When Trouble Arises (Niall)

"Thank you for having us!" the boys and I all relay to the interviewer.

"Of course! Do come again."

She turns to the camera.

"That's all for tonight. See you tomorrow on Goodnight, Chicago!

The cameras go off and the woman turns back toward us.

"Good job, boys. It was a pleasure meeting you. You really are welcome back whenever you can spare some time."

"Thank you, miss. We quite enjoyed it," Liam speaks for us all.

We all give her a hug and then are freed and told to go back to the hotel. We walk there together through the corridors of different hallways and backstage places talking about the successful interview until we reach the room.

"The fans are going to love that one," I remark laughing, refering to the interview.

"They sure are," Harry agrees, chuckling himself. "Especially that part where they scared Louis."

"Hey, I did not enjoy that part," Louis sassily replies.

Liam giggles along with us, joining in with an "I did."

Our laughter increases as we reach the door. Harry slides the key card in, and we all enter.

"I think we should dress in costumes and scare Louis more ofte..."

My voice drains out and my smile fades as I look at what happened. The boys look at what I'm looking at once they realize I've stopped talking. The room soon silences.

"Oh. My. Goodness." Liam whispers, stunned.

Before us all is the hundred dollar guitar that my mum brought me for my birthday. Its sleek, polished frame glistening perfectly against the stream of light emerging from the window...

Burnt. Not the cool burnt pattern with flames either. Someone purposefully set fire to my guitar.

I run over to the scorched disaster and pick it up gingerly, awestruck at the damage. Tears sting at he back of my eyes, and I grit my teeth to keep them from falling.

"Oh, Niall, mate," Liam comes up behind me and places a hand on my back. "I'm so sorry that happened to you."

"My mum gave it to me...It was so expensive for her..."

My voice cracks. He gives me a hug, taking the guitar from me and handing it to Harry, probably so I don't have to stare at it.

"I know, Ni. It's okay. We'll get another one."

I shake my head.

It's not the same. A new one isn't the one from mum.

"Who would do this?" Harry questioned disgustedly as he surveyed the harm intake. "This is just ruthless."

I shrug.

"I don't know. We just came in and well..."

He nods in understanding.

"Still"--Louis takes a seat on the couch and the rest of us follow suit--"there has to be some indication we're missing. Nobody's done anything to you recently? Said anything even a bit off or odd?"

At those words something clicks into play and I suddenly recall a weird incident with management that occurred about two weeks prior.

***

"So you're probably wondering why we called you on here," Cassandra from management states.

I was sitting in meeting with them at the time because they requested to speak with me, and I didn't know why.