The Reason for Delay (Ziall fanfic) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 6

I'm back! I'm very sorry for taking so long to update. I have had some family complications, and two of my family members have unfortunately passed. (My prayers and love are also sent out to Harry and his family. RIP Robin) So I had taken a little bit of time off of writing. And recently, I looked at this and thought that an update was long overdue. So here it is and I hope you like it!

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It's official, I've been in One Direction for about a week now... And it's been one of the most stressful weeks ever. Why? Simply because there's no real rest, even for me. I've been given the task of learning every single song that they have released. It's only two albums, about 32 songs, but I have to be able to sing them also. Well, Simon gave me some slack on some of the higher notes that are difficult for me to sing, but every day, while Louis, Liam, Harry, and Zayn are out and about, I'm stuck inside a studio, constantly singing the same songs over and over, usually about two-four a day, repeating it and adding my voice to a snippet of the song in place of one of the others' to see how well it fit. Of course though, I can't complain. After all, I was the one who agreed to that, thinking I could take it.

Flashback-

Right after Simon said those words that rang in my head: "Welcome to One Direction!", my new bandmates burst through the door, cheering and hollering while they picked me up out of my chair and engulfed me in a huge group hug. (All but one of course) I started laughing.

"Alright boys, set him down. Now that you all are here, we need to talk." Simon chuckled. After being released, we all took our seats. "Now, first off, we need to introduce Niall to the fans and media, but I want to get your opinions on the matter."

"We can't tell anybody yet, Simon, we don't even know if he'll sound good singing with us. Granted he is good, but we don't know if he will be any good to us." Zayn spoke up, his words having a harsh undertone to them, causing me to flinch a bit.

"That is true, but that won't take long to decide." Simon replied.

"He's got a point though." I quietly said, breaking the silence. Zayn's head snapped to me in surprise. "If I'm not good enough for the band, then I don't want to ruin it for them."

"You are good enough." Simon tried to reassure, but I stood up ubruptly.

"But what if I'm not?!" Everyone stared at me in shock. "I always seem to have difficulty being good enough for anybody! If I'm not good enough then I'm not good enough! And if I'm not good enough I'll have no reason to stay with them, and I'll just go back to where I was before!" I shouted, earning looks of pity from four out of the five other people in the room.

"Even if you aren't meant to be in the band, we wouldn't just throw you out onto the streets." Simon exclaimed. "That would be cruel. If anything, you'd be allowed to work with us in some other part of this, such as lighting for concerts, or you could even help write songs." He continued in a softer tone. I sighed.

Suddenly, Louis piped up. "Well, I'm sure that you'll be able to fit right in with us. And we should announce it at our first concert in a few weeks!"

"That's a little too long to keep this from our fans." Liam said, with me nodding.

"Yeah Lou. Wouldn't that be a little sudden? We should at least let the fans get used to the idea of another person joining One Direction." I suggested, feeling a bit uneasy.

"I mean, it's a little sudden, and unusual. But since when has any of us in this band been or acted normal?" Louis exclaimed, "Seriously, we should make it a surprise." At that point, I just went with it. First concert it is.

"Now Niall, these next few weeks may be challenging and tiring for you; honestly, I don't think you'd be able to pull it off. However, with the tour starting in just a few weeks, we should at least try and see if you can learn all of the current songs before the concert. But, if you don't want to, I won't force you to." Simon spoke up gently.

"I want to attempt to." I determinedly replied. The man in front of me then nodded his head, a smile on his face.

--- flashback over---

Oh, how I wished I hadn't accepted the challenge. When I wasn't in a studio, I was on a tour bus with the boys traveling to another city. However, even on the bus, I was practicing and recording in privacy with the music producer.

In fact, right now I have just finished, however I felt like I hadn't had the full 8 hours of sleep I took prior to this. Rubbing my eyes in exhaustion, I stepped into the main room of the bus and flopped down onto the sofa face-first. Suddenly, I felt the cushion dip beside me. I opened my eyes to see a very concerned looking Liam and Harry, who was looking over the former's shoulder.

"Are you doing ok, Nialler?"

"I'm alright." I tried to pull a convincing smile, but it may have come across as more of a grimace. Of course though, as I said that, a third voice from across the room scoffed.

"Of course he is." Zayn snapped. "Don't look so concerned for this attention whore nobody who hasn't even been here for three weeks." I flinched. That's another thing.

Yes, Zayn didn't seem too fond of me from the start, but ever since I signed that contract, he's been taking every opportunity to make me feel bad; like I didn't matter. Like, I belonged on the streets. Which, maybe I did. But a part of me still wonders why he hated me so much. After all, I saved his life. When all he got was silence and a couple of dirty looks from Harry and Liam, he huffed and left the room. After, the two turned to me.

"Hey," Harry spoke, "don't listen to Zayn. He's wrong. You have every right to be here and have earned it. Don't let him get you down with his comments." He spoke softly, yet firm. I lifted my head. Smiling, I took in the returned dimpled smile from Harry. Yet, I looked at Liam, only to see him with the darkest expression I had ever seen him wear. Well, that wasn't very long. But still. Reaching out, I touched his arm. He jumped and turned his glare to me. But I smiled. Taking deep breaths, he calmed down.

"Sorry, I don't know what came over me. I was just so angry. He shouldn't be treating you like this Niall." The short-haired brunette mumbled. Though deep down I knew it was true, I couldn't get myself to be mad at Zayn.

"I'm sure he'll come around eventually." I said, completely missing the pained, almost sad look that Liam had.

"Just be careful Niall." He finally muttered. "I don't want to see you get hurt."

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Again, I'm sorry that it's taken this long to update, and I'm sorry that it's a bit short :( But I'm working on getting back to writing. Hope you enjoyed it. Please comment what you think, vote, and share.