Unwanted (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 7

Louis's P.O.V.

"Now, it is a full consensus that you Mr. Horan," the man in the suit spoke. I held my breath. I knew what was coming. "Need a break. You all do." Phew. I exhaled quickly. "So we are giving you boys a two week break from the tour. During that time, Mr. Horan you are scheduled to have your surgery the day after you boys arrive back in London. I need one of you boys to stay with him at all times, as he won't be ale to walk. And Mr. Horan, we have hired a physical therapist to work with you while your on tour. Bye boys." He said as he left the room, but not before winking at me, Harry, Liam, and Zayn. What goes on in that sick mind of his?

Niall huffed and turned to grab his crutches and began to hobble out of the room. We stayed in the room for a few minutes after.

"Well, I guess we need to decide who Niall's babysitter is going to be." Liam said once the room was empty and Niall was out of sight. Everyone's hand shot in the air.

"Ok.... Why don't we all take care of him." Liam stated. E other boys nodded their head in agreement.

"Yes! Sleepover at Niallers!" I screamed, as we proceeded out the door to find him again.

It wasn't very hard. He was sitting on the stage with his guitar in his lap, strumming away. We quietly walked over to him and sat down around him. He stopped playing and glared out into the empty audience.

"So, we've decided that, after we land in London tomorrow, we all will be taking care of you and stuff. All of us." Harry spoke up.

"No. I don't need your help." Niall hissed before getting up and hobbling away. He struggles a bit, but when Zayn tried to help him, he pushed him away.

"But Niall-" Zayn yelled going after him. Liam and Harry followed.

"Coming Boo-Bear?" Harry asked me.

"Nah. I need some time to think."

He nodded before walking off to join the rest of the boys.

I slumped over on the stage. Niall hates me. Why? Why did I agree to torture him? It's been so hard. I've been checking up on him ever since that first show we bullied him. I hated when I had to be mean to him. Management kept calling me and sending me messages reminding me to bully him. The most recent one told him to give him that stupid magazine or they would fire me.

I thought back to that night of the knee sliding completion. Just before we went on stage, after Liam accidentally, it was an accident, he promises, Harry got a text saying to do so. I never would have agreed if I knew how much pain Niall was in.

**flashback***

"We're going to take a quick break, and we'll be right back!" I yelled into the crowd. I followed Harry and Liam offstage with Zayn behind me. He glanced back at Niall and I followed his gaze. Niall was still on the stage in the same position he was after the knee slide. His face was contorted with pain.

There was no mistaken. We all had heard the crack his knee made when his knees hit the floor. It took everything I had not to help him. But I knew if I did I would be fired. Once we were offstage, Zayn ran over to Paul and whispered something in his ear. Paul quickly ran onstage and minutes later came back out with Niall over his shoulder groaning in pain. Paul and Niall both hopped into a black car that whizzed away shortly after.

We had to finish the concert without him, but I couldn't stop thinking about him. When the show ended we all sat backstage. "We need to see if he's alright." Zayn whispered.

Liam nodded his head. "But we can't all go. Only one of us or else we'll make a scene." He sighed.

"I'll go. Please." I begged.

The boys slowly nodded their heads. I scrambled to get up and rush out the back door into a black car that was waiting. "To the nearest hospital." I said to the driver.

He dropped me off in front of the emergency room where I told him to wait for me. I quickly ran inside. I scanned the waiting room. No Niall. So I ran up to he lady at the reception desk. "Niall Horan." I said.

She typed something into her computer. "That way." She pointed. "Room 36."

I nodded before rushing off their. I stopped outside the room and peered into the half open curtain. I saw him lying on a bed wincing in pain as a doctor pointed to an x ray. Paul sat next to Niall listening intently. I could tell it was something serious by the doctor's face. I squinted so that I could see the x ray better.

It was Niall's knee. It looked like someone had smashed it with a hammer and broke it into tons of little pieces.

The doctor continued to explain something to Niall while Paul listened before speaking. I couldn't make out what anyone was saying. Niall spoke up shortly after that. The doctor explained something to him before exiting the room.

When he saw me peeking in he gave me a strange look. I just smiled at him before he began to walk away. I looked back into the room to see Niall struggling to get up. Paul quickly came to his aid before handing him a pair of crutches.

Oh, sh*t. I can't let Niall see me. I know he doesn't want to talk to me. I don't want to make it worse when he sees that I was spying on him. I sprinted out the hospital doors before hopping into the car waiting. "Back to the bus. And hurry." I said to the driver as began to pull out of the parking lot.

As soon as we got back to the bus, I thanked the driver before sprinting inside. I quickly hopped into my bed and pretended to sleep.

"What's the report?" Harry whispered from his bunk.

I could see that Liam and Zayn were still up too.

"Shhhh." I whispered as I heard a car door slam outside and the tour bus door open.

" I can take it from here, Paul, thanks." I heard Niall say before the door closed behind him. He crutched over to his bunk before staring up at it and groaning. I felt bad. He couldn't get up there, but I couldn't tell him I could help. He turned and walked over to the couch before lying down. I couldn't sleep. Zayn couldn't either. I heard him get up and walk over to the couch a little while later.

I tried to listen to their conversation but I couldn't hear them. When Zayn rushed back through the bus later on and tripped over Harry's bag, I whispered to him.

"Zayn?"

"Go back to sleep" he told me before rushing away again. I tried to fall asleep. It i couldn't. For one thing Harry was snoring his ass off. And secondly I couldn't sleep knowing Niall was in pain and sleeping on the couch. And lastly I couldn't sleep knowing my friend was mad at me.

A little while later, I saw Zayn carry Niall into his bed. This relaxed my nerves a little bit, before sleep began to take over me.

** end of flashback***

I sighed at the memory of that night only a few days ago. I stood up and went back to the bus. I only had an hour to myself to pack before our last show before we get a break. Our last show before we get to go home. Our last show before we try to make it up to Niall.

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A/N

Thanks for reading! Sorry about all the flashbacks! But oh we'll. happy late birthday Niall. It was yesterday. Friday the thirteenth, but I was too busy :(! I love Niall with a burning passion. So back off he's mine. Jk love you guys.

Xx

-T