Belong To The World

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| F E E L I N G |

Niall walked into the grocery store, he had just enough amount of pounds to maybe get him some orange juice (great for hangovers) and some chips (the only food Nick ate.)

He almost felt stalked on his short walk to the store, but he brushed it off, many times he's felt that. Most of the times he actual was being stalked. Mostly from perverted homeless old men who want a quick fuck to relieve their tension. As long at they had money, he would give them what they wanted, day or night. As long as the police wasn't around.

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Once Niall got the things he needed and paid for them, he walked out back onto the waisted streets of the dark side of BlackPool. If he got pulled into an alleyway or groped in the bum, he would just have to fight till money was placed into his hand.

As he walked, his eyes scanned the almost empty streets, people never seemed to care about who was in front of them, banging into him or brushing harmlessly against him as they walked with their heads hung low.

"Always depressing." Niall said to himself, shaking his head as he maneuvered around a bickering couple who stood right in the middle of the sidewalk.

Suddenly, when he looked back from the couple, two figures suddenly hid around a corner, snickering, Niall just strutted over, turning the corner and speaking with as much of a sexual tone as when he became the real prostitute. "I'm not cheap." Niall said but as he looked up, he stumbled back, seeing the all-too-familiar faces of two out of the four ex boyfriends he used to love.

Glaring, Niall stepped back from the two, shaking his head and turning around only to have a large hand grip onto his forearm. "Please..." The voice was gruff and layered with worry and sadness.

Niall slowly turned back around, yanking his arm away from Harry and crossing his arms over his chest, jutting his hip out. "Say it fast, I need to be somewhere." Niall spat out, looking anywhere but the two men.

"What happened?" Harry asked, Niall was confused at first before he remembered Zayn catching him smoking.

Niall felt this sudden burning rage inside of him.

"What happened?" Niall hissed, slapping his arms to his sides and balling his hands into fists. "What do you think?!" Niall yelled, blue eyes sparking. Harry flinched, stepping back and looking down at his shoes, taking ahold of Liam's hand.

"What? Did you expect me to become this depressed and emotional reck? Huh? Wanted me to become miserable without you in my life?!" Niall almost screamed, he didn't care if people started to watch, they were in the middle of an alley, and people out in this part of BlackPool didn't give a shit about anyone, if there was a gang fight right in the middle of the street, people would just walk by on the sidewalk like it was normal. Which, to be completely honest, it really was normal.

Liam was now looking down at his shoes, his free hand gripping at his pant leg. "Well, sorry to upset you two stockers but I found someone who actually cares about me, someone who when he hears something about me, he actually believes me when I tell him that it wasn't true!" Niall was now cornering the two men into a corner, like a pissed off hormonal cat hissing and spitting at the two weak ones.

They both snapped their heads up at the last part, both their eyes widened and mouths gaping.

"Did you just come here to show off how much of a better life you guys have then me?" Niall's voices softened, tears welling up in his eyes, the grocery bags set down the alleyway, temporarily forgotten.

Harry was already shaking his head, his own tears slipping down his cheeks. "We never knew you were here Niall... As soon as we realized Zayn was talking to someone, we just felt like it was you before we even completely saw your face." He croaked out and Niall scoffed and looked away, two lonely tears falling down his cheeks in both eyes. More tears replacing them and threatening to fall once again. Liam stepped forward, but not so intimidating so Niall didn't step back. "We never stopped loving you Niall." Liam whispered, like those words were the hardest thing he's ever said in his life. "You looked so heartbroken when we left you... God, all of us had to hold each other back from running back to you." Liam said, taking another step forward, but at the same time, Niall took a step back. "Well doesn't that suck. Now your going to have to live the rest of your lives in depression realizing that I don't love you." Niall yelled and then turned on his heels, rushing over to his bags and picking them up.