Nialler's Traumatic Injury

Chapter 1 : On the Stage * Night of injury, Liam Payne's POV *

*Liam Payne's POV*


We were all standing on the stage of the stadium in Croke Park, Dublin. The only colors you could see were orange, white, and green. They were obviously showing pride of Ireland for Niall. He'd been feeling really homesick, but performing in Dublin really lifted his spirits up and he was back to the funny and carefree personality we adore. On the stage, Zayn approached me and said, "Why don't you read the last question of the night, Liam?"

I stared at the screen and waited for the final question to appear. "Alright," I began. "It reads, 'Can Niall please do his signature move?' Niall think you can do it or do you want to wait until the next song?" He looked at the audience; bright, wide patches of light filled the seats like twinkling stars. "I think I should wait for the next song. That usually makes me jump higher; good thing that was the last question of the night. I'd probably forget about it!"

Louis and Harry giggled, knowing that this was true. "This next song, is one of my favorites. Here's 'Better than Words'. Have your recording devices ready!" Zayn said. The audience applauded in response. But to be honest, you could say something retarded, and they'd still fangirling or making noise.

The music began and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Niall was bouncing around, waving his arms up in the air, and even walked up to me for a little dance together. Then came the time for his jump. He lifted his arms in the air and his body followed. He floated in the air for a few seconds, as legs spread apart for his signature pose and almost looked like an angel floating from heaven. But he quickly noticed he jumped too high and called for us to quickly catch him. We sprinted to his side but it was too late. He was already on the floor and a large cracking sound could be heard. It echoed through the stadium and Niall didn't get up. He quickly rolled into a ball with his knee straight on the ground and moaned in agony. He clutched his knee and a tear dropped down from his chin. "Louis! Hurry! Grab Paul! He's crying and I think he needs to go to the-".

Niall stared at me, his expression now won of nervous aggression, "Liam, I swear. If you say hospital...I'm going to grab a microphone stand and shove it right up your-". Zayn held his mouth closed. I crouched down where he lay in pain.

"Niall, you need to go. This could be serious!" He grabbed my hand and squeezed it, "But I'm scared, Liam! I don't think I can do it."

I stared into the audience, held my microphone from the ground to my mouth and said, "Everyone, Niall seems to be hurt and he needs to go to the hospital. Can we please give him some feel better's or good luck's to this poor lad? He will be fine, his knee is just really bothering him from the way he fell. We're going to take a little break here, but take pictures if you'd like. Just make sure you tag us with your message to Nialler." The audience stood silently, with the occasional cry of "Feel Better! You'll do great!" from a fan. Niall sometimes looked into the crowd, trying to hide his tears and nodding at the audience with thumbs up that he will be alright.

Louis returned back with Paul, who seemed really worried at this point. He knelt down beside Niall's knee and examined it. He couldn't really tell if it was swollen because he was still wearing his skinny jeans. But when he gently poked it or lifted it to put a soft pillow underneath, he tightened his grip on my hand and grimaced.

The paramedics arrived and went to cut his pant leg up to see his knee, but he quickly refused, "NO!" he screamed. "These are my favorite jeans. They're really expensive."

Harry and Zayn removed his shoes, trying carefully not to cause any pain. "Niall, I know these are your favorite jeans. But I promise when you get better, we can go to the shop and grab you more jeans." I said. He looked up at me, his tears now transitioning into a waterfall as the paramedics slowly and carefully cut the jeans with scissors and began to touch it, wrap it up in a brace, and apply any pressure to it. He was clearly in a lot of pain and we were all worried about him.

When they went to turn him on his side to put him on the board and then the gurney, he started to freak out. His leg was becoming numb and it was extremely painful to touch it. I continued to hold his hand and rubbed its back with my thumb as they lifted him up onto the Gurnee, allowing him to sit up and stare into the audience. The patches of white began to intensify. Everyone was trying to capture the moment Niall Horan was being wheeled off the stage in a gurney.

Zayn began talking to the audience.

"Everyone. We need to be by Niall's side. We'll keep you updated on Twitter, we'll ask our management if we can reschedule another concert with free addition as a refund. You may dismiss your rows and return home guys. We love you and again, we promise we'll keep you updated. Good night!"

The 4 other lads stayed by Niall's side in the ambulance. Every bump, turn, and stop caused pain to Niall. The many seatbelts held him secure, but the one by his knee applied a bit too much pressure, causing him to yelp every time the ambulance turned at the fastest speed they could go. He looked up at Harry, tears trying to avoid come out once more. "Niall," Harry began, "It's just a knee. Don't worry lad."

Thanks for reading this first chapter ! 2nd chapter is already up ! Enjoy ! 
I almost cried writing this .-.