Never Looking Back

"I'm sorry if I say I need ya, but I don't care, I'm not scared of lo-o-o-ove. 'Cause when I'm not with ya I'm weaker... Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong? 'Cause you make me strong."

Everybody cheered the young boyband, and some of the fans were crying.

 "I guess that's it!" said Louis Tomlinson, walking next to Niall, who was smiling to some girls in the front row. "The last song of the last show we'll be performing in Australia."

 "A massive thank you to all of you," said Harry.

 "Yeah, we love you Australia!" concluded Niall.

"Have you seen that pink Barbie on the third line?" asked Liam while playing with his hair, imitating the girl.

Louis laughed. "Yeah. She was sweet, though, you know, trying to get Harry to see her underwear."

Liam nodded. "They're crazy."

"One of them threw me her bra," said Zayn, sitting on one of the many couches right after taking a coke from the fridge. 

"Was it big?"

"Yeah."

"Isn't Perry gonna get jealous?" asked Liam, laughing. 

"She should've gotten used to this by now, I mean, he's marrying him for some reason!" said Louis, joining Zayn at the couch. Zayn smiled. 

All five lads were at their after-concert room. They had one near or at the bottom of every stage they were performing at. Some days before they would show up, some unknown guys would prepare it for them: five cokes on the fridge, some comfortable couches and a TV. Those after-concerts were their guilty pleasure. Their scape from the real world. It's not like the real world was a total disaster, I mean, luxurious hotels, hot chicks begging for their numbers and living their dreams everyday as a routine was not exactly something to complain about, but being famous had it's drawbacks. For example, being mobbed by fans or getting their boxers stolen were things they didn't enjoy so much, and that's why they needed a good, healthy rest from all that. 

"So... who's ready for a documentary?" asked Louis. 

"I definitely am!" said Harry.

"Yeah, me too."

"And me."

"Niall? You've been quiet today."

"Just tired," he said. "You go ahead, watch it, I'm just gonna lie somewhere for a couple of hours."

"Ooookay... you sure everything's fine?" Lou asked, a little bit worried about his friend's attitude. It wasn't likely for him not to watch TV with them, it was their after-concert tradition. 

"Yes, Louis. Just tired."

"All right," he said, while loading Netflix. When it was done loading, he clicked the 'documentaries' category. "Something about a killer whale is fine? It's called Blackfish. Sounds good."

Everyone nodded. 

As soon as he convinced Louis that everything was okay, Niall locked himself in the bathroom. Right after that, he looked his reflection in the mirror. Oh God. He looked tired, high and even older than 20. He didn't look like Niall. For the paparazzi, of course he did, as he was always smiling, pretending his life was perfect... but here, all alone and right infront of the mirror... he was another guy. It was like watching what he felt HD and it didn't look good.

He knew he was one of the luckiest guys in the whole world, and that's why he smiled all the time. But he couldn't deny he was sometimes tired. At least not to himself.