Niall's P.O.V.
"Bloody hell who keeps screaming?" I heard Liam call from somewhere on the bus. I knew he would come and investigate. Daddy Direction would try and make it all better, when really he is one of the causes. I pulled out a chair from the table a slouched down, leaning my crutches against the doorway.
"Niall, you know those are jus-" Zayn started to speak before Liam cut him off.
"Hey whose crutches are these?" He asked before glancing in my direction. "Oh" Why should he care? He didn't even come to check on me. None of them did. Only Zayn. In my book, he might as well be my worst enemy. I mean he was part of the cause of this, my knee, my tears, my pain. They all were. I put my head in my hands to try and hide the tears, but with every drop the spilled from my eyelids I would shudder.
I could tell Zayn was whispering something to Liam but I couldn't make out what it was over my cries. Minutes later Harry and Louis walked in. "Hey, what's for breakfast?" Harry asked.
Louis glanced over at Liam and Zayn still whispering in the corner. "SECRETS, SECRETS ARE NO FUN, UNLESS YOU SHARE WITH EVERYONE." He screamed. They were both oblivious to me crying at the table. What a cheery reunion this is, huh? Liam shushed Louis before sitting down at the table, next to me. I heard the others pull up seats around the table as well.
I couldn't bare to look up from my hands. I knew that they were all staring at me. I knew they were pitying me. But why? I thought they hated me. Harry and Louis had suddenly became awae of the situation and began to whisper.
"It's gonna be alright buddy." Liam cooed patting my back. I cringed at his touch. I looked up from my hands. My face was red, my eyes were filled with tears and rage.
"How dare you tell me it's gonna be alright! You know nothing! You ignored me. You stepped on me. You hurt me. You are the reason for my tears. You are the reason I'm crying. How would you feel if your so-called 'best mates' ignored you? How would you feel if you weren't allowed to sing? How would you feel if you could potentially be kicked out of the band?" I snapped.
"Nialler, you know those are just rum-" Harry began to say.
"No! Shut up! Let me finish! For the past week or so you guys have been nothing but jerks to me. At the New York concert you made fun of me, you cut my part, I wasn't allowed to do what I loved. At the next concert you stepped on me, Liam, you stepped on me! You knew it hurt me, but you didn't even apologize. Then you Harry, you forced me into that knee slide competition when you knew I would be able to do it and look what that caused," I gesture to my knee and crutches, " and Louis. Louis you threw that magazine in my face. You knew it was going to hurt me to see that. You knew I was going to cry, you knew I would snap. But you did it any way. Oh and Zayn. Don't think just because of last night I have forgiven you just yet. After all, you went along with almost everything they did. You betrayed me, all of you. Some friends you are."
"Niall, wait" Liam called, but I was already reaching for my crutches.
"I don't want to hear it." I yelled, before hobbling out of the room. I was going to go back to my bunk but I knew I wouldn't be able to get up there. So I kept hopping. I needed to cool down. Hah. Like that will happen anytime soon. I'm ten miles past pissed. I left the tour bus and slammed the door shut, for the second time that day.
Zayn's P.O.V.
After Niall stormed out we all sat in silence. Liam's head hung low. Louis kicked his feet under the table. Harry fidgeted with the strings on his sweatshirt, before breaking the silence.
"What have we done?" He whispered. We all shook our heads.
"We should go find him." Liam stated sternly. I nodded my head in agreement.
"We should bring him food too. He hasn't eaten since yesterday." I said.
I dug through the cabinets before pulling out a can of Pringles, some granola bars, candy, and an apple. That should be enough for now. I put the items in a bag before shuffling out the tour bus door, the rest of the boys at my heels.
"Maybe we should get Paul?" Louis said while glancing around for any fans or paparazzi.
"No, that'll just make it worse I muttered.
I began walking into the building seeing that he had walked in there and left the door open. We rushed inside before closing the door behind us.
"Nialler!" Liam called before we all joined in.
"Niall!" We chorused. "Niall!"
We reached the stage of where we would be performing tonight. "Nialler!" We shouted again. Before moving to the next stop. We went into room after room looking for him. We went down each corridor until Louis shushed us.
We were outside the projection room. We all stopped on out tracks and leaned in, putting our ears up against the door. Inside we heard muffled sobs. Harry was about to open the door before I slapped his hand away. Inside I heard I change in sound. I heard a guitar being strummed before the player began to sing. Sure enough it was Niall, he was singing Torn by Natalie Imbruglia. One of the first songs we ever sang together.
I thought I saw a girl brought to life
She was warm, she came around, she was dignified
Showed me what it was to cry
You couldn't be that girl i adored
You don't seem to know or seem to care what your heart is for
But I don't know her anymore
There's nothing left, I used to cry
My conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine I'm torn
I slowly opened the door and we all crept in. Niall didn't seem to notice, until we all joined in.
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn (I'm already torn)
He looked up tears still falling from his eye but his face was stone cold and his eyes shot daggers at us. I quickly grabbed his crutches and pushed past us out the door.
"Niall wait!" Harry called as we tried to run after him.
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a/n sorry I haven't updated in a while! I'll try and update again tonight. Thanks for reading! Oh and I'm working on another story so be on the look out for that one to. Thanks again!
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Unwanted (One Direction Fanfic)
FanficNo one wants to be unwanted. Different. We all want to fit in, but when your different what can you do? Conform? Yes, conform. And that's just what Niall Horan did.