Unwanted (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 3

Niall's P.O.V.

"Thanks, Paul." I mumbled as he helped me out of the car. "I can take it from here."

"You sure?" Paul asked, handing me my crutches and helping me get into the tour bus.

"Yeah. I'm fine. It's just a broken knee." I answered as I hobbled inside. "Night Paul."

"Night Niall" he whispered as he closed the door behind me.

I started to hop over to my bunk when I realized I had a top one. All the other lads were asleep, I think, in their beds. Zayn was turned away from me in his bed below mine. I knew I wouldn't be able to get up there without waking him or anyone else. It was times like these I wish I had picked a bottom bunk. I guess it was the couch for me tonight.

I used the crutches to help me limp over the couch to lie down, before laying them down on the floor below me. I tried to close my eyes and fall asleep but I couldn't. The pain was back. They had given me painkillers at the hospital but I guess they were wearing off. I knew Paul had put the prescription bottle around here somewhere. I knew if I turned the lights on to look, I would wake the boys up, and I really wasn't in the mood to talk to them. On the other hand, if I tried to do it in the dark, I could trip over something, or grab the wrong bottle. I guess I'm gonna have to call Paul. I felt bad for having to wake him up because of something so unimportant just because I didn't want to talk to the other lads.

Just as I found Paul in my contacts I heard a voice call.

"Nialler?" The voice said. Zayn. I heard him crawl out of bed and walk over to where I was. "Nialler?" He asked again.

I didn't answer. I just shot him a death glare. I knew that even in the dark he could feel the daggers shooting out of my eyes.

"Look, Nialler. I'm sorry, okay. I didn't mean to ever hurt you. They put me up to it."

"Didn't mean you had to do it." I snapped at him, "and only my real friends can call me Nialler."

"Please. Niall. I'll do anything to make it up to you." Zayn pleaded from across the room.

"Hmmmmm." I thought. I couldn't stay mad at Zayn forever, but he needs to earn back my trust. "You can start by finding me my painkillers." I said to him.

"What? Really?" He asked.

"Yeah, and then you can carry me to bed. But you have to promise never to be mean to me again, no matter what the others say. I still can't trust you again."

he grinned. "I promise." he whispered and with that he ran off to go find the painkillers. I could tell he was filled with glee that I was starting to forgive him. "I found them he yelled!" From somewhere on the bus.

"Shhhhhhh." I whisper-yelled back. The last I wanted him to do was to wake the boys. On his way back I heard him fall over Harry's backpack. I cracked up at him and he joined in as well. Apparently we were not that quiet because we ended up waking the others.

"The hell? Zayn." Louis said half-asleep.

"Go to bed, little boo-bear." Zayn said, walking back over to me on the couch. "So how is it?" He wondered, referring to my knee.

"Broken." I sighed, "gonna need surgery after the tour's over."

"Oh." He said, handing me the pills, "how long is the recovery."

"About 3 months."

"Oh" was all he could manage to say. He then started to pick me up to bring me to my bunk. I groaned as he tried to pick me up bridal style. "Oh yeah, sorry" he murmered before slumping me over his back.

Once I was back in my own bunk, Zayn crawled back to his and got under the covers. "Night, Ni. I'm so sorry... For everything." He whispered.

"Night Zayn." I muttered back, not quite ready to thank him yet.

***the next morning***

"Uuuugghhh." I groaned, waking up. My knee felt worse today than it had last night. Thank god the painkillers were numbing some of the pain, but it still hurt like hell. Today, our manager had cancelled all interviews to let me recover for a day, but we still had another concert tonight, unfortunately. I love singing, but I don't like the fans seeing me in pain, especially when I'm being tormented by the others at the same time.

I looked around the bus. Liam, Louis, and surprisingly Zayn were already up. I guess our conversation last night motivated Zayn to get up and try and win my trust.

"Zayn!" I called. I didn't care if I woke up that arse, Harry, after what he put me through he deserves it. No answer. "Zayn!" I called again. Still no answer. I texted him, knowing that he would have his phone with him.

"Hello, Niall." Louis laughed as he walked around the corner towards me. He smirked at me as he slowly approached me. He threw a magazine up onto my bed with my face on the cover. I picked it up as he cackled and ran away. My eyes grew wide at the sight if the headline. In big bold letters it read.........

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A/N mwhahahahhaha cliff hanger! Thanks for reading. If u guys ever need ANYTHING please know that I'm here for you and you can message me anytime!