Cyberbullied

Chapter 2

Niall's P.O.V


@KatieMayLuvs1d: @NiallOfficial Honestly I dont see y hes in the band? Like im not the only one who thinks that right?


@1DHaveMyBabies: I'm looking at pictures of 1d and I'm like, they're hot! But when i see the ugly blonde, I swear my screen cracked right on his face. Thanks alot @NiallOfficial


@IWant1Direction: @NiallOfficial ew. Just hearing his name makes me wanna puke.


@BigLove1DFromAmerica: '@IWant1Direction: @NiallOfficial ew. Just hearing his name makes me wanna puke.' Omg. Ikr!!


I couldn't stop the tears from falling down my cheeks. I wanted to continue reading more; I was too far into it that I couldn't stop.


@Biggist1DFan: @NiallOfficial Such a faggot. Like seriously get a different job and stop ruining the band


I turned off my phone and threw it on the floor. I shoved my face in my pillow and effortlessly cried. So much for trying to build a high self esteem in the first place. I heard someone knock on my bedroom door and I immediately sat up, furiously wiping away the tears.


"Mate, we're all going out for dinner. You gonna come?" I heard Liam call through the door. I cleared my throat in hopes that I wouldn't sound somewhat sad.


"Yeah, s-sure. Just give me a minute." I called back. I stood up and walked into my bathroom, checking to make sure it didn't look like I was crying. Once I finished wiping the tears, I walked out my room and down the stairs.


"I'm starving!" Louis sighed, rubbing his stomach. We all walked out the door as security escorted us into the van. We drove down the road until they stopped in front of a familiar club.


"I thought we were getting something to eat?" I finally spoke up, getting everyone's attention.


"We are." Harry shrugged. I furrowed my eyebrows and followed everyone into the club. The stereos were blasting music I barely got to listen to the past few months. We walked over to a booth and sat down. They got the food they wanted while I sat there, picking up my fry and taking a small bite out of it.


"I'm gonna go dance," Harry announced, standing up and walking over to the dance floor. In an instant, a girl was by his side, grinding on him. I bet it'd take me 2 hours to have a girl approach me on the dance floor. She would probably ask where all the hot guys are. The lads followed after Harry, leaving me in an empty booth.


I looked around and immediately spotted a girl in a booth, alone. I couldn't see her face since she was looking down. Her expression told me she was sad. I couldn't just stand up and walk over to her, expecting to get a positive feedback. With all of this stuff going through my head, I was convinced that I'd get turned down.


I stood up and walked out of the club to get fresh air. I leaned my back against the cold brick wall. My hand patted my pockets, realizing the pack of cigarettes were still in there. I have never smoked before. But, someone offered it to me and I thought about it before taking the pack.


Maybe they recognized who I was. Maybe they wanted to ruin my career as if it wasn't already ruined enough. They weren't just giving me a pack of cigarettes for nothing. They wanted the paparazzi to catch me, causing me to lose those tiny percent of fans who think I'm actually 'all that', when I'm not. I ran a hand through my hair, suddenly hearing a scream come from my right.


I jumped in fright and found the source of the noise. "You're Niall Horan, right?" A brunette girl walked over to me in her heels. I slowly nodded. Should I smile? A fake grin was about to make it's way to my lips when I felt no energy to do so once she continued, "Tell Harry, Liam, Louis, and Zayn that I absolutely adore them!" She squealed.


"Wait a minute, are they with you? I think I saw them in the club!" She ran back inside the club, leaving me to think for myself. A tear ran down my cheek, realizing the fact that nobody cares about me. Just forget the blonde one why don't you?


It was midnight and the whole street was vacant. Maybe one cigarette wouldn't hurt? I looked down both streets to make sure nobody was in view. I pulled out the pack and realized I didn't have a lighter.


"Fuck." I cursed, throwing the pack on the ground before stomping on them.


"There you are Niall! Ready to go home?" I heard Liam call as the rest of the boys walked out of the club. I stepped away from the pack of cigarettes and nodded. The car pulled up and we got in.


"What a night! I got a girls number," Harry smiled. At least you can get a girls number.


"Shut up, Harry. You can get any girls number." Zayn mumbled, staring out the window.


"What about you, Niall?" Harry turned towards me. "Any lucky girls tonight?" He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at me. I wasn't in the mood to talk, so I just shrugged and shook my head, no. He suddenly frowned, "I guess everyone's in a grumpy mood." He muttered.