Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 57

"You all know the plan, right?" I ask Zayn, Liam, and Harry.

They all nod excitedly.

"And you've gotten everything set up?" I ask Liam.

"Yep," he replies.

It was the next morning after Niall's accident and they all agreed to my plan. The doctor told us to keep a close eye on Niall for a while to make sure he doesn't do anything like that again. We all four took turns pretty much babysitting him in our room while the other three went to Motorpoint Arena to set up for the plan and rehearse everything. We even decided to have a little bit more fun with the plan than I originally wanted to. Actually... A lot of fun. We want Niall to love himself. He is perfect the way he is. We wish that he could see what we see, which is a perfectly imperfect, talented, and beautiful man. I feel like I overuse the word "beautiful" when it comes to Niall. But seriously, if you look up "beautiful" in the dictionary, a picture of Niall may be there.

Or should be there. Niall is currently sitting in our hotel room on the bed watching TV. He doesn't know what is ahead of him.

"Ready?" Zayn asks.

We all nod. Harry smiles big, his dimples poking in his cheeks.

"Let's do this poo!"

*Niall's P.O.V.*

My eyes stare blankly at the television. I don't even know what I'm watching. All I know is that I somehow ended up on the Spanish channel. This is the first time probably all day that I've been alone. The others have been smothering and suffocating me since yesterday. Harry even went in the bathroom with me. That special boy. They're worried that I'll hurt myself again. I can't help myself. The pain is addicting.

When I am feeling down or insecure about something, I cut. The pain makes me forget about all of that. All I'm thinking when I cut is: HOLY SH*T! THIS HURTS! They just don't understand what I go through everyday. They don't understand that everytime I look in the mirror, I see an ugly, useless, little bastard. I still remember the hateful words our "fans" said to me. They're words are permanent in my brain. Echoing in the depths of my mind. Sometimes I feel like no one cares about me. Like no one would care if I died.

I have to remind myself that I do have fans and friends and family there for me who love me. It's almost like there is this voice in my head whispering nasty things to me. Telling me that I'm ugly and worthless. I wish that the voice would go away. But it doesn't. And never will. I don't want the boys to worry about me, but they always do. Especially Liam. When I woke up this morning in the hospital, he was holding my hand and had tears in his eyes. He stayed with me all night. It's nice to know that he at least cares.

I don't think I'm going to tell the fans about what happened. I don't want them to worry about me and I especially don't want their pity. The door to my hotel room suddenly opens. Just as I expected, Louis comes in with a slight smile on his face. He walks over to me with a piece of paper in his hand. He leans over and hands it to me. I look at him confused, but look back at the notebook piece of paper to see his handwriting on it neatly. I hear the door open and close again before I begin to read the little note.

Niall-

You know how in the "One Less Lonely Girl" music video by Justin Bieber, how he made those signs with arrows on them that led the girl to him? And how they were taped all over the place with cute little notes on them? Probably. You love that guy. I recall you even saying once that you would love to do that for a girl. Well, we may or may not be kind of doing that for you... Just look outside the door and follow the signs. ;) Good luck, Nialler!

-Louis :)

I laugh and stand up quickly, leaving the paper on my bed. Why would they do this for me? Because I cut and they found out? Most likely. I walk outside the door to see immediatly a piece of paper taped to the wall next to Harry, Zayn, and Liam's room. I snatch it off of the wall recognizing Zayn's handwriting as soon as my eyes landed on the words.

To: Niall

Remember that time we went to the park back in The X Factor days, just you and me? Barely anybody knew who we were at the time. We walked around, laughing and joking around. We barely knew each other, but as we got to know each other, we learned that we aren't very much alike. You're LOUD and I'm very quiet. Although, you know how loud I can get. My favorite things about you are your blue eyes and how you have the most contagious laugh EVER. You never fail to make me laugh when I am upset.

From: Zayn x. Be strong.

P.S. The next note is in your favorite part of the hotel. Hint: FOOOOD!

I chuckle to myself and walk down the hall to the elevator. Why do they suddenly care that much about me? Why are they being so nice?

"They've always cared," a voice in my head whispers.

Maybe they have always cared... Maybe. When I make it to the lobby, I run over to the area where breakfast was set up every morning. It's like a mini cafeteria. I search the room for another piece of paper until I finally see it. It's taped on the side of one of the tables. I grab it and smile, seeing who it's from.

Dear Niall,

One of my favorite memories I have of you was recent. We performed Little Things at O2 Arena and everyone screamed louder for you when you sang your solo. You smiled real big and got tears in your eyes. You made us very proud of you. We are very proud of you and always have. None of us could imagine One Direction without you, little leprechaun. I love your smile (before and after the braces) and how you don't care what people think when you do something weird and stupid. I also admire how you find everything absolutely amazing. Love yaaaaa. Also, Paul has your next paper outside by the taxi. The taxi will take you to Motorpoint Arena. I already paid for your ride. I'll see you there!

Love,

Liam xo. Stay beautiful (which shouldn't be hard since you always have been).

Now I'm confused. Why do they want me to go to Motorpoint Arena? I know we're performing there again tonight, but why do they want me there so early? I put both of the notes in my pocket. I walk outside quickly, immediatly hearing the screams of teenage girls when they spot me. Paul waves me over as the other body guards keep the girls back and under control. Paul hands me another paper before opening the door for me. I get in the back seat fast. He closes the door behind me, muffling the screams. I unfold the paper as the car begins to drive.

Nialler,

Trying to think of a favorite memory of you is very, very, hard. Impossible. I really liked the day we met and were put in the band. You were overjoyed! You kept commenting about Louis's fashion style, saying that we should all dress like him. I guess that's why we all wore TOMS shoes at Judge's house (except for Louis because of his injury). You are really funny and cute. I like the way you can make any bad situation into a positive one. You make me smile. (The last note is on the door of Motorpoint Arena.)

Your friend & brother,

Harry :) Embrace who you are.

I sigh and sit back, carefully putting my paper in my pocket along with the others. I look out the windoow and recognize my surrounding. I guess I am nearing my destination.

"And here we are!" The taxi driver says.

Or we are at my destination.

"Thanks!" I say as I excitedly leave.

I run as fast as I can up to the doors where more security are waiting for me. I quickly snatch the note from the door and hurry inside. I unfold the note and I see Louis' handwriting again.

What's up, Niall?

So, what I want you to do now is to go inside of the arena and sit in the first row in the center. Don't turn on any of the lights. Your only light source will be the candles set up in the aisles. I hope you enjoy our show. We love you, mate.

-Louis :)

The arena is completely quiet. Is no one here? Well, obviously the boys are. The only noise I hear are the faint screams of the girls outside. I slowly open the big doors to the arena. This is exciting... But what does Louis mean by "show?"

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