Louis' POV
I walked into Nelly's hotel room and it was a mess. The couch cushions had been thrown out and the pull out couch was open but the sheets were ripped off. "Nelly?" I asked and I hesitated at the doorway.
Then I walked in and the closer I got to the bed the more heart breaking sobs I had heard. Nelly had hidden herself in one of the beds the covers surrounding her like a coocoon.
"Nel, love." I said my heart broke a little as I watched her cry. I kicked off my shoes and crawled with her on the bed.
She surfaced from the mass of bed. Her entire face was red and tears would spill from her eyes. "Lou!" she cried and practically threw herself at me.
I was surprised for a second but then I saw her beautiful face and crumbled holding her tighter to me. I rocked her carefully on the bed. "What's the matter love?" I asked carefully.
She didn't answer but I went to rocking her body back and forth carefully in mine. I hummed lightly hoping to calm her down. "I'm s-s-so-rry." Nelly stuttered out trying to gain control over her sobs.
"It's ok. You're ok Nel. Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.
"I just feel so stupid and useless and they get on my back about my pills. And, sometimes I just don't want to be happy. Does that make sense?" Nel asked me her voice small.
"They worry about you Nel. I know that they don't want to be upset or for you to be upset. We all love you and they are scared that you will do something. We know that your depression can get bad so they don't want you to be hurt." I whispered and I traced spirals onto her back. The sensation seemed to relax her and she slumped in my arms.
I kept tracing into her back and her breathing relaxed and she became quiet and we laid there together me holding her until I fell asleep holding her carefully on the bed.
Harry's POV
I laid awake for a long time waiting for Louis to come back from Nelly's room. To say the night was interesting was an understatement. The moment of Nelly's bright red face, Hannah's broken one, and Zayla's frightened face were still stuck in my mind. Zayla had explained everything as carefully as she could and I knew that this was something that One Vine was living with.
This just happened to be a hurdle that they were constantly running into. I thought that just made them stronger as a band. I ended up falling asleep before Lou had returned.
Nel's POV
I woke up feeling happy. That was weird. It never happened after I had a meltdown. Then I realized that someone was holding me. I looked over and Louis Freaking Tomlinson was holding me softly arms wrapped around my body. His delicate eyelashes fluttered ever so often in his sleep. My cheeks felt dry and my eyes were nearly plugged with that gross gunk that your eyes make and I was lucky that I could even see.
Louis looked so beautiful. His hair was a mess but I liked it like that and I leaned into him for comfort. I felt like crap. I couldn't believe what i had done.
I had screamed at Hannah, the sweetest girl in the world that was already a nervous wreck because she was having surgury and she always had trust issues after her dad had abused her when she was small. Zayla, the girl who you could always go to for advice, the one that unlike what you thought, was always the worryer of the group, she even out topped mommy Lia. I nearly broke into tears but they welled in my eyes and I sniffed trying to tell myself to hold them back.
I hated that I was the easiest to cry. This was why I had to keep track of my medicine. I found my pill bottle on the bedside table and I grabbed it and took the pills dry. But my sniffing continued until the arms stirred from behind me and for the moment his arms tightened around me as Louis woke up. He loosened his arms and gave a small yawn not noticing yet that I was awake as well.
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FanficZayla, Lucy, Hannah, Nelly, and Lia. One Vine. They were considered the girl One Direction known all over North Amercia. Not like they had actually met the famous boy band. That is until they end up going on tour with One Direction. This is going to...