Unwanted (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 8

Liam's P.O.V.

"First call for flight number 45 to London. Any handicaps or children may now board."

We all rose from our seats. I grabbed mine and Niall's bag before we helped him make his way to the line to board the plane. He shot each of us glares before shooing our hands away. Jeez. We were just trying to help the poor lad.

He hadn't spoken to us since he ran away from us on the stage. It's been almost a day since I've heard his voice and I'm really starting to miss it. I showed the lady at the desk my passport before holding up Niall's for him. He gave me the evil eye.

"Niall, you need help. Your injured. You can't do everything by yourself." Zayn whispered to him. He shot him a silent glare.

"This way sir." The flight attendant came out to help escort Niall to his seat in first class. We followed behind the two. I saw Niall had a smile on his face but it looked forced and the look in his eyes said at he was annoyed.

Niall sat down at the window seat and Zayn scooted into the middle and I in the aisle seat. Harry and Louis sat across from us giving me worried glances.

Soon enough, the plane had took off and we all were fast asleep.

***when the plane landed***

Niall hurried past us on his crutches through the nearly empty airport. I followed behind him with both of our bags. The rest of the boys were a little further ahead, looking for the car. As soon as they saw it, they waved us over and hopped in. I closed the door behind me as I slid in next to Louis.

Harry gave the driver Niall's address and slumped back down in his seat. We sat in silence for a while before Louis finally spoke up.

"So buddy, ready for tomorrow." He asked Niall.

Niall said nothing in return and continued to stare down at his phone.

"You know your going to have to talk to us eventually." Harry sighed. Silence.

We sat the rest of the ride in silence until the car stopped in front of Niall's flat. He looked up from his phone and reached for the door handle. He began to slide out of the car before falling to the ground.

"You ok buddy?" Zayn asked as he picked him up off the ground by his armpits until he was leaning against the car. Niall glared at him as I handed him his crutches.

He snatched them out of my hands before hobbling towards the door. I went back to help the boys with the bags before carrying them up to his door step.

Niall was still standing there fumbling around in his sweatshirt pocket looking for the key. He was standing on his good leg but began to wobble.

"I got you buddy." Harry said as he steadied him.

Niall finally got the key out of his pocket and opened the door to his flat. He hobbled inside leaving the door open for us but still not speaking. He limped over to the living room before collapsing on the couch putting his good leg on the floor and the bad one on the coffee table. He groaned as he sat down.

The lads and I dropped our bags off at the bottom of the stairs before sitting down next to Niall on the couch. Niall closed his eyes and winced in pain as each of us sat down. He slowly got up and limped over to his bag and pulled out a bottle of aspirin, taking two and returning the bottle to the bag.

Niall turned towards the stairs and tried to make his way up. I quickly got up to help him but he pushed me away making me stumble into the wall. Harry looked at him disapprovingly and Louis tried to hold back a laugh.

He slowly made his ascent up the stairs when the phone rang. He groaned before trying to go back downstairs to answer it.

"I'll get it." Harry said before scrambling towards it. Niall rolled his eyes. "Hello..... Yes.... Ok..... 10 a.m...... Ok.... Yes..... Ill make sure.... Ok.... See you tomorrow.... Bye."

"That was the doctor." Harry said as he took his place back on the couch. Niall had given up on the stair and was now sitting on the smaller couch alone. "He said not to eat or drink anything from now until the surgery. Oh and he said to be their before 10:00 am tomorrow."

"That means to kitchen is off limits." Zayn stated. Niall spread out on the couch pulling a blanket over himself and closing his eyes.

"Um... Well goodnight. I guess." Louis said. "We'll be upstairs. Just shout if you need anything. Night Nialler."

"Night Nialler." We chorused as we headed up stairs.

******a few minutes later*****

We all were sitting around the bed in the guest room upstairs. We could hear Niall's muffled snores coming from downstairs.

"What are we going to do?" Zayn sighed.

"I don't know. But I'm not sure how much longer I can do this." I answered. The others nodded their heads.

"I just don't get it." Harry whispered.

**** a few hours later***

After hours of discussing what to do. We still didn't have a plan. I decided to go downstairs and check on Niall and get us drinks. I made my to the kitchen, grabbing a few cans of Pepsi and some water bottles before heading to living room.

Niall was still on the couch, with the blanket over him, this time it covered his head and left his feet sticking out.

I knew he was awake. I could see his phone screen illuminated from under the blanket. He was reading something. I watched him for a minute before muffled sobs escaped from his mouth.

He obviously didn't know I was there but I spoke up anyway.

"Niall?" I questioned.