Saved. {Niall Horan}

Ok, so someone suggested I do a fanfic on this and wow yeah I think it was a killer idea so here goes nothing lol! ps. since wattpads kind of weird with chapters, this is the first one

Niall's P.O.V

"Niall, are you listening to me, you need to show more confidence like the other boys. Be more into it on stage" John, our manager told me, a very serious and unforgiving expression on his face. 

"yeah, sorry" I sat with droopy eyes. 

I had confidence, until management got in the way. They tried to come into our lives but all they have to do is sit in office chairs and watch the sales. They don't understand how performing works but of course, they like to think they do. 

"you should be" John mumbled under his breath. 

"um, don't you think Niall's doing fine, ya know our personalities bounce off each other" Harry said. I know he was trying to help the situation and persuade John...but he didn't like the opinions of other people. It was his way or no way. 

"sure they do" John rolled his eyes. 

I sat quiet. I didn't want to talk, get yelled at. It's sad that I can't enjoy my career without the suggestions and rolling of managements eyes. I don't know what it is about me, but they don't do this to the other boys. 

"Well, remember what I said Niall, you might wanna listen to me" he said snooty. 

"ok" I mumbled. 

John left the room with his brief case in his left hand. 

"Niall, we're sorry" Zayn patted my shoulder. 

"It's fine guys" 

"No, it's not, I don't know why they dont treat us like that too" Liam shook his head. 

The room fell silent and no one dared to break it. It was weird lately, me and the boys against management. They're never pleased. 

I stood up and the eyes of Liam, Niall, Harry, and Lou fell on me. 

I grabbed my jacket and walked out of the room, making sure to shut the door behind me. 

"What am I doing wrong" I said to myself. 

"What am I missing" 

I tried to think of something on my way to the car. I don't get to drive myself to my house much anymore but tonight, I didn't care, I just wanted to go home and cry. 

I don't understand what I did wrong along the way. I was doing so good and all of a sudden everything crashed down on me. I thought my singing got stronger and the fans seemed to find everything ok. If only they knew. 

I drove home with no music on. My thoughts were loud enough, I didn't need more noise. 

I got home and there didn't even seem to be anyone there waiting for an autograph or just to see me. I know when people did do that, I got upset once in a while, but now that now ones here, I feel kind of sad.

Maybe people are just busy. 

I walked into my house, not even seeing a single paparazzi around the corner or behind a bush. I sighed as I walked in and turned on the lights. I put my keys on the kitchen counter and shrugged off my coat. 

What to do. I don't wanna look at media, don't wanna play the guitar, don't wanna talk to a single person. 

I walked to the couch and turned on the tv. Nothing good on Monday nights, as always. 

Everything seems to be against me.

I groaned out in frustration. I'll just eat something real quick and go to bed. I probably need some sleep, something I haven't gotten a whole lot of in the past year.

 I made a quick bowl of cereal and brushed my teeth after, getting ready to lay in my own bed. It sounded nice. 

I pulled the cream sheets over my body and the cool fabric was a nice change. It's good to be able to sleep in your own bed once in a while. 

Before I knew it, I was out. A long sleep may help my misfortune, give me some strength. 

first chapter, what do ya think. I'm pretty excited for this fanfic...I think you'll like it. Please share my story.