Unwanted (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 4

Niall's P.O.V.

I stared at the headline in shock. I could not move. I just want to curl up int a ball and cry, but of course the curling up into a ball thing is out of the question because of my knee. I try to hold back the tears. I don't want to let the boys see me cry, I don't want them to think they're better than me. Silent tears flow down my face and onto the cover, staining the headline, ONE DIRECTION'S NIALL HORAN CUT FOM GROUP?

Since when was I being cut from the group. I know it was probably just some stupid, made-up rumor, but deep down inside there was a part of me that thought it could be true. I ripped open the magazine and began to read.

They rose to fame on Britain's X Factor. They have been on a world tour. They have captured millions of hearts around the world and have sold millions of copies of their album. But could the planet's hottest boy band, One Direction, be cutting the group from 5 down to 4?

A group insider reports that Niall Horan could possibly be ejected from the group. At a concert in New York, Horan's part was cut from the band's hit, Little Things. Afterwards, he Irish singer was demoted to playing guitar for the rest of the night. Later in the show, his band mates picked on him for his body and eating habits, leaving a very upset Niall to storm out of the arena following the concert.

Horan also left early at a recent concert in Toronto after supposedly injuring his knee on stage. The band insider also reports that Horan is bringing the band down because he simply is not as good as the others. The insider states, "Niall has never been as talented as the others and has prevented them from skyrocketing even higher up in fame. His time in the band could be shortly coming to an end."

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I couldn't believe my eyes. Anger bubbled up inside me. I threw magazine down on the floor and watched as it skid across the floor. "Ugggghhhhh!" I screamed.

"Shut the hell up!" Harry yelled from his bunk.

I just want to run and hide. I tried to get up. I at least got into sitting position. I swung my legs over the side of the bunk before hopping down and landing on my good leg. I winced with pain. I grabbed my crutches from where they were leaning against the wall before quickly storming out of the bus. I hopped off the bus. It was parked outside the arena where we would be performing tonight. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I kept crutching away from the bus.

Soon, my arms and legs began to ache. I forgot to take the pain killers before leaving. I spotted a bench near the back door to the arena and decided to rest there. I sat down in the wooden bench and heard it creak under my weight. I stretched out my bad leg leaving the good one on the ground.

"Niall!" A voice called.

"Niall!" Another one called. I just shut them out. All I wanted was to be alone right now. I shut my eyes and tried to think about something. "Untainted. Weak link. Cut." A voice in my head said. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter. I could feel the tears trickling down my face. I didn't even try to stop them. I just unleashed the beast, that was my was pain.

Ding.

Great just what my I needed. I unlocked my phone and glanced at the twitter notification that had popped up. I opened the app and glanced. It was a picture of me, on this bench, outside of the arena, crying.

Niall Horan spotted in tears and with a broken knee outside the concert arena. He did not respond to calls from band mate Zayn Malik and body guard Paul. Perhaps, his tears are the result of him bein kicked out of One Direction.

The caption caused another round of tears. I couldn't think about not being in One Direction. I couldn't handle that. I wiped my eyes and decided to go back to the bus despite the pain it caused me. Also, I couldn't deal with anymore paparazzi getting more pictures of me in this state. I slowly rose from the bench and began hobbling back the way I came.

"There you are." Paul's voice called as he hurried towards me with Zayn following close behind. I just kept hopping back to the bus.

"Where were you?" Zayn asked, now walking beside me. I didn't answer. I kept walking. I think he took the hint and stopped asking questions. We entered the bus. I hopped over to the kitchen. Zayn came in behind me. He glanced down at the floor where I had thrown the magazine earlier.

"Oh Ni-" he said.

The tears started to come again. I couldn't handle it anymore. I let out a big deafening scream.

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A/N thanks for reading! I am not trying to hate on the guys in anyway especially niall. Niall is my fave, I love him and he is prefect just the way he is. If you guys ever want to talk just message me! ;)

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-T