Unwanted (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 12

Harry's P.O.V.




About an hour after he left, Louis rushed back through he door, out of breath. He sighed and sat on the couch next to me.




"Where is he?" Liam questioned.




"At the hospital, visiting some girl. Kambree? I think." He huffed.




"Woah. He talked to her on the phone before. Does he have a girlfriend?" Zayn asked raising his eyebrows.




"Ew. God no. Kambree is like thirteen." Louis said, finally regaining his breath.




"So. What were they doing?" I asked him.




"He was crying. She was comforting him...... And then he uh... Said something." He answered.




"What? What did he say?" We chorused.




"Um... Well.... He didn't know I was listening.... But..... Uh....he said.....thathewasthinkingaboutquittingonedirectionandthathedidntknowhowmuchlongerhecouldtakeit." He slurred.




"What?" I asked him again.




"He. Said. That. He. Was. Thinking. About. Quitting. One. Direction. And. That. He. Didn't. Know. How. Much. Longer. He. Could. Take. It." Louis repeated, slowly his time.




The room went deathly silent. We all hung our heads down low. I couldn't bare to think about not having the little leprechaun on stage with us. It was just to hard to picture.




I pulled out my phone and opened up my twitter. Hoping it would take my mind off things. I noticed a tweet. It was from Niall. All it said was "#torn". I looked at the comments. Some were requests to follow them. Others were hate that he didn't deserve. Some were sending him well wishes, but most were asking what the tweet meant.




I decided to compose a tweet myself. I didn't tag Niall in it because it didn't want to start up too much controversy but I typed, "I thought I saw a boy brought to life

He was warm, he came around, he was dignified

Showed me what it was to cry

You couldn't be that boy I adored

You don't seem to know or seem to care what your heart is for

But I don't know him anymore"




As soon as I posted the tweet, my notifications filled up. I noticed that the other lads had tweeted other verses to the song as well. Soon enough #1Distorn was a trending topic.




Around 6:00 Niall burst through the door again. He ignored us as headed to the kitchen. His eyes were red and his cheeks stained.




"Niall- please." I pleaded, but he just got up and left. He limped towards the stairs and although it took him awhile, and he denied our offers to help, he got up there and locked himself in his room. I leaned up against the door, I could hear sobs escaping his lips as the strummed a guitar.