As we flew through the air, I realized I hadn't checked Twitter in a while. Niall was passed out beside me a few hours ago, faintly snoring. It was kind of cute, to be honest. I snuck a picture and logged on to Twitter, what pulled up shocked me. I had gained 10.9k followers, had 1,384 mentions, and 2,504 DM's. I looked in the mentions and saw a link to a news website. I followed the link and instantly saw an article with a picture of Niall helping me up from when the pap tripped me.
"NIALL HORAN AND MYSTERY BOY?"
Niall Horan, singer in the boy band One Direction, was spotted leaving the Heathrow airport with a mystery lad. Just friends? We think not. Witnesses say that Horan was a little over protective of the boy. Oooh, spicy! We dug a little into this mystery man and we found out who he is! His name is Mason Couch and he's a 17 year old from London. His Twitter is @itsmasonyo. We will write more on this developing story once we find more! Stay tuned!
I sighed and continued to scroll through Twitter. I noticed a lot of people had trended #Nason and I quickly turned off my phone. Niall wasn't going to be happy when he saw it. A woman came over the intercom and announced that we were about to land and that we should put on our seat belts. I put mine on and turned to Niall. I really didn't want to wake him up, he deserved sleep. He had stayed awake while I was in the hospital to make sure that I was okay. I put my hand on his shoulder and gently shook him.
"Waaa?" He said blinking his eyes like a deer in headlights. He yawned and rubbed his eyes a bit. It was so adorable that I thought I was going to vomit.
"We're about to land Niall. You need to buckle up." He fumbled with the belt a bit, but finally figured it out. The plane landed with a jolt and came to an abrupt stop. Niall grabbed the carry ons and I grabbed my crutches. I was kind of worried, though. Niall's hair was a mess and I was afraid that people would get the wrong idea. As soon as we stepped into the terminal, all I could see was a crowd of girls and men with cameras. Niall huffed and we walked on. The girls were screaming right in my ear and the flashes were blinding. I couldn't understand how the boys did it every day. We had almost made it out of the crowd when one of the paps screamed at us.
"HEY NIALL, HOW LONG HAVE YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND BEEN DATING?" Niall stopped dead in his tracks, his expression was one of hurt.
"I'M NOT FUCKING GAY." Niall yelled. He ran through the rest of the crown and I crutched along as quick as I could. I saw him slow down and walk over to our limousine. I got settled inside and he threw our luggage into the trunk. He got in the back and slammed the door.
"Niall, are you o-"
"I'm fine, Mason." He looked at my with teary eyes. He stared out of the window the whole ride and he didn't speak at all. I would occasionally look over every time I heard him sniffle. I fidgeted with my sleeves. I hadn't cut in a few day and I was literally itching to do it again.As we pulled up to the hotel, I slumped my head back, more fans. Niall got out as soon as we pulled up. He grabbed the stuff and ran through the hotel doors. I slowly got out and balanced myself on my crutches. Girls were half screaming and staring at me in disgust. I made my way through the doors after taking about 5 selfies with girls and couldn't see Niall anywhere. I made my way over to the customer service desk.
"Um, hi. I've lost my friend on my way in here, could you tell me where Niall Horan is staying? My name is Mason Couch, I should be on the list..."
"I would, but that's confidential, I'm not aloud to tell you unless you're in the band."
"Oh it's alright, he's with us." A british voice said behind me. I turned around to see Liam Payne standing there in all of his glory. "Hi Mason, I'm Liam. It's nice to meet you." We started making our way over to the elevator. "Niall has told us quite a bit about you."
"Ehm, what exactly has he said?" I asked questioningly.
"Oh, um. Nothing really. He's just told us about you. That's all. So, where is Niall?"
"That, I'm not exactly sure about. He ran out of the car crying." His eyes widened as I said that.
"That is not good at all." He started pressing our floor button really fast, as if it would help. "Shit shit hurry up."
"Liam, what the hell?"
"Niall has depression. He has a tendency to um, hurt himself."
The elevator dinged and Liam ran out as fast as he could. He stopped halfway down the hall and ran into the open door. I tried to go as fast as I could, but I was still getting used to these crutches. As I got closer to the room, I could hear crying, it kind of sounded like Niall, but I couldn't tell. I reached the room and looked inside. The vision of Niall crying on the floor with fresh cuts on his wrist is one that I'll never forget.
