Unwanted (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 14

Louis's P.O.V.







"So, how do you boys, feel about Niall thinking about quitting?" The interviewer asked.




To be honest, I didn't want to think about it. Not seeing Niall every day was hard, let alone not seeing him at all. If he left, management would win. Was that really what I wanted?




Harry opened his mouth to speak but Niall cut him off.




"Actually, I've made up my mind." He started. Shit. Shit. Shit. What?




"And what have you decided?" He interviewer asked smiling brightly. Holy shit. Holy shit. No. No. No.




By the looks of his face, by the way he was talking, by the way he looked at us, by the way he walked- well limped back over here...




"I'm done." The two words escaped his lips. The two words I never wanted to hear. The two words that would be the end. Those two words meant so much.




I'm done. I'm done. I'm done. I'm done. It kept echoing in my head.




I glanced over at the boys, who's mouths hung open. Shock and fear and sadness and anger all crept onto their faces. I'm pretty sure I looked the same way.




"Close your mouth, you might catch flies." Niall sneered before getting up and hobbling away. Just like that. He just left. No one tried to stop him, we were all to stunned to move. He just left. He was gone.




No more Niall. I hadn't realized that the interviewer had called for another break, before I saw the sleazy guy from management sitting in front of us.




"Congratulations, boys. You did it." He spoke.




"Congratulations? Congratulations?" I screeched, "we just caused our best mate to quit. How dare you congratulate us."




I got off the couch and rushed to the bathroom. It was my turn to puke my guts out now.




****two months later*****




It has been the hardest thing I have ever done, we all have ever done. Not wake up everyday to see his face. Of course at first, it was all over the media. Niall Horan, quits One Direction. one Direction gets their wish. Niall Horan is done with One Direction. Every time I heard one of those stories I shuddered. I hated thinking about that day. His words still echoing in my mind. I'm done.




None of us took it well. We had to change all of the parts around so that someone could sing Niall's part. We needed to find another guitarist. We needed to do the shows and interviews without him. We needed to get over him.




We had stopped being so glum all the time and got back to our normal selves, but it always felt like something was missing, Niall. We had just wrapped up the North America part of the tour, and now we were back in Europe. We got to stay in London for about a week before the next show, so I guess that's good.