Niam One-Shots

You're like the sun and the sun isnt supposed to be sad

I haven't been on here for so long omdjcnd

thank you for the continued support on this book guys ilysm !!💗

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You're like the sun and the sun isn't supposed to be sad.

It's one of those nights after tour where everything just seems horrible. It's raining outside, it's cold and Niall is all alone in his house. He hates being alone, he prefers to have some close friends around with whom he can have a laugh. Moments like this, he wishes the tour wasn't over and he was in a hotel room, close to his best friends who understands like no other how he feels. He sighs, pulls the blanket up to his face and closes his eyes. Because he is so tired, he falls asleep quicker than he had anticipated.

His dream isn't a quiet one. He's on stage, behind his friends, the crowd cheering loudly at them. The five of them start singing their song, and suddenly his four best friends move out of the way and there he is, exposed to the audience, singing his solo. It feels amazing to get all this attention, he can't believe people actually love hearing him sing like this. But then the cheering turns into shouting and booing.

Niall swallows and tries to continue his solo, but the tears start welling up in his eyes, his vision is going blurry. He tries to sing, but he hits a wrong note and the booing stops. It stops and turns into laughing. More than seventy thousand people are laughing at him, pointing out his mistake. He can't do it, he fails, he sucks, he doesn't belong in this band, he doesn't deserve to be famous. People laugh at him and then.. they start running. The so called fans start climbing over fences, no security in sight, and all start running and climbing towards the stage. Niall looks around but his four best friends have vanished, as if they were never their and it has always been Niall alone. Maybe it has, maybe he has just always imagined them. It won't make the situation a lot worse, will it? The people start reaching the stage and Niall tries to turn around and run. He can't. It is as if his feet are glued to the stage, no possible way out for him. He starts screaming, yelling at people that they have to stop. The fans approach him quickly and they are now so close that Niall can make out their faces.

Well, it's to say that that would be possible if they had any. The people coming towards him have no faces, they're screaming and laughing hysterically, but there is no mouth anywhere. He doesn't have time to wonder about where the voices are produced from, because a feeling of intense freight is grabbing him. He tries to movemovemove, but his feet aren't working, it's like his body is disconnected from his mind. He tries to tell the people to please stop! But his voice has given up and there's no possible way for him to make any sound. He's stuck, people coming at him and he can't do anything. He's facing death and he can't even scream. To top it all, the stadium starts to shrink, the roof is so low it's just above his head and the walls are pushing so close that people are literally shoved his way. He doesn't know what to do. He stands there, crying and screaming inside his mind. He can't do anything, he is as powerless as a wing clipped bird trying to fly. The people without faces move closer to him, so close he can feel himself getting crushed. Slowly, then faster and faster he can feel the weight crushing on him, his throat being closed off, the lack of air making him panic. With one last, final push, he forces himself to scream.

Yelling, Niall wakes up abruptly. For a second he is confused about where he is because he is supposed to be crushed to death, but then he realises it was a dream. He waits for the relief of it only being a dream to roll over him, but it doesn't come. He lies there, still in his bed, reliving the dream. The tears are rolling down his cheeks and when he looks around the room he thinks he can see the people with no faces. He tries to tell himself it was only a dream, but he can't stop shaking. After ten minutes he still hasn't calmed down and he knows there's but one thing he can do. He has had nightmares before, often concerning his claustrophobia, and often when he was on tour. Most of the time he would tell Liam about it, and Liam would tell him it was alright and Niall would feel better. He remembers clearly how Liam often said that Niall can always call him, even in the middle of the night, if he needs him. Doubtfully, Niall looks at his phone charging on the bedside table. Will Liam mind?