Unwanted (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 9

Liam's P.O.V.

I heard muffled sobs escape from under the blanket.

"Niall?" I questioned.

"Go away" he cried. I kept over to him and slowly ripped the blanket off his face. From the glow of his phone I could see that his eyes were red and puffy like he had been crying for a while.

"Niall. What's wrong." I asked.

"Why should you care." He snapped.

"Niall I'm your best friend, of course I care." I soothed.

Niall glared at me with tears rolling down his face still. Great. We were back to the silent treatment. He snatched the blanket up and pulled back over his head.

"Fine if your not going to tell me. I'll find out sooner or later." With that I dashed back up the stairs and plopped on the bed next to Zayn.

"What's up?" He asked.

"He's crying." I told them. I said we shouldn't go down. It will only make things worse. So we all decided to just go to bed and the first one up has to wake everyone else up, no matter what. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

**the next morning***

"Leeeeeyuuummm. Wake up. Leeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyuuuuuummmm." I groaned as Louis shaked me awake. Then I remembered. Today was e day of Niall's surgery. My eyes shot open as I glanced at the clock. 8:30. We didn't have much time to get everyone up and ready before we had to leave for the hospital.

I quickly got up and changed into a fresh pair of clothes while Louis continued to wake Harry and Zayn up. As soon as I was dressed I rushed downstairs to help Niall get ready. I knew he would protest. But he needed it.

"Niall. Buddy. Wake up." I whispered, gently shaking him until his eyes fluttered open. I could see that they were bloodshot from crying last night and tears still stained his cheeks. As soon as his eyes adjusted and he saw me he let out a huff and glared at me.

"Nialler it's surgery day." Zayn said from behind me. I turned and saw at they had all come downstairs dressed and ready to go.

"I'll help you get changed." Harry stated, before walking towards the couch. He bent down to pick Niall up but got kicked in the shin by Niall's good leg. Harry groaned before stumbling backwards.

"What the hell?" He yelled. Niall groaned as he got up off the couch and grabbed his crutches. He stumbled over to his bag which was still sitting at the bottom of the stairs. He unzipped it and pulled out a grey t shirt, white shorts, and a maroon hoodie. He quickly took off his shirt and pulled the new one on in front of us and then put the hoodie on. He sat down on one of the steps and began to pull his shorts off. He threw them on the step next to him and grabbed the clean ones. He got his good leg through without a problem but fumbled a bit until he got his other one through. He pulled on his trainers after that and stood again, leaning on his crutches.

I glanced at my watch. 9:23. "We should probably get going." I sighed and tossed the keys to Harry. He caught them and shoved them into his pocket.

Niall started towards the door but stopped to grab a SnapBack and a pair of Ray Bans off the table by the door. A few minutes later we were all in the car sitting in silence.

Harry kept his eyes on the road. Zayn looked out the window. Niall looked at his phone. Louis stared into the back of Harry's seat (aw Larry). This is how we rode for the rest of the ride.

We pulled up into the parking lot and piled out of the car. Niall crutched towards the door with Zayn at his hip. He shot him a glare out of the corner of his eye. Jeez. Can this kid do anything else. Harry and Louis mumbled to each other as they walked behind the rest of us through the automatic doors.