Saved. {Niall Horan}

Ch. 6

Niall's P.O.V

I woke up still Laying in this god damned floor. My back was sore and my body was still tired.

I was fortunate for the long break we got since the tours finished but on the other hand, that gave management the advantage. They could book appointments for councilors and therapists and all the stuff I didn't need.

I got up and sighed while going into the kitchen to get a drink of water from the faucet. I chugged it and slammed the glass down. Anger suddenly took over my body when my phone was ringing an the caller ID was John.

I violently slid the screen to answer the call.

"Yes" I tried to hold some sort of venom in my voice but it didn't seem to come as easily as I thought it would.... that is until Johns annoying and demanding voice filled my ears.

"Hello Niall. I forgot to inform you that you have another meeting with Dr. Rose." He said so casually. He must be a special kind of stupid.

"Whatever" I mumbled.

"Niall. I really don't think you understand. I've tried to be nice to you but you haven't tried one bit to compromise. So I'm done being me. Nice guy. It's business time Niall. And you don't know how much I just LOVE my job."

His voice was dripping with evil and I shivered at it.

"Ok" I said uninterested. I know I'm just digging myself deeper and deeper but he's so aggravating its impossible not to add interest or talk back to him.

"Good. Now get your shit together, I'll be there in 30" I sighed and hung up. I'm so sick of people pushing me around and talking to me with such little respect. It's not that John is even our boss...he just is here to oversee us and make sure we aren't doing anything stupid. I'm so sick and tired of his bullshit.

I got ready and sat down on the couch waiting for him. I shut my eyes and imagined things before this mess happened. How everything looked like it was gonna turn out perfect. Not one problem. It was so fun with the boys, just chilling, being imature boys while singing in front of thousands of happy people. It was my dream for forever and it all seems to be crashing down on me.

There was a loud and rather impatient knock on the door and I got my phone and opened the door revealing the devil himself.

"Come on kid" he turned his back against me and walked to the car. I shut my eyes one last time, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down my pumping blood. The things I would say and do to this bastard if only I wouldn't get fired.

I hurried to his car and hopped in. The ride was silent... as usual. There's no words that need to be said. The only noise was the cars outside the window and my breathing. I looked at the passing traffic and imagined being one of these people driving the cars. It be easier to just be a normal boy, going to school, hanging out with his friends, doing everyday things. But the most appealing thought was being happy. I've always thought of myself as a happy person, but lately I've been second guessing everything. I don't even know who I am anymnore if I'm being honest.

"We're here" John said with no emotion.

I got out and walked in front of him. I didn't bother to keep the door open for him, he could get it himself. I sat down on the chairs and let John handle the papers and ladies at the front desk. I became intrigued by the little girl playing with the few toys the building offered. She was smiling at the blocks and small doll in front of her. I was confused. Was she at this hell holl for herself, or was she dragged along for someone eles's appointment.

I watched her. The way she behaved. She picked up another figure and started throwing the two small plastic people againt eachother, as if they were fighting. She started talking and I listend closely.