Claustrophobic

       There were fans everywhere. I couldn't move. People were pushing and pulling on me. I tried to keep sight of the back of Liam's head, but i was having a really hard time. Someone is tugging at my hair. What is up with these people? I mean, seriously! The fans should know i dislike tight spaces. I lose sight of all of the boys in general. All  i can do is panic. I can't let the fans see me panic. There's a hand on my wrist, pulling me away. Its Harry, pulling me towards the hotel. We are three blocks down, and fans are swarming everywhere. I catch sight of the rest of the boys, and remind myself to thank Harry. I'm dragged another fifty feet before I begin to break down. I can't do this. There's too many people. Too much pushing.

       "H- Harry...." I stumble, almost falling. "I- I can't do this. Too many!" Harry looks at me, and gives a reassuring smile.

       "Guys!" Harry screams over the fans. "Niall!" Zayn, Louis, Harry, and Liam make a small square around me, and start trying to keep the fans away. The last thing I want to do in front of a fan is break down in tears, but if we don't get back soon, it might happen. We travel two blocks, and then the mob gets thicker. Liam tries to give me a reassuring glance, but his face drops almost instantly. That's when i realize the first tear has slipped down my face. I sniff, and scrub the back of my hand across my eyes. The boys come in tighter around me, and i feel both Liam and Louis' arms on my shoulders. C'mon Nialler. You can do this. Look, there's the hotel. You can make it.

       Another fifteen minutes and we were falling into the hotel elevator. I was able to be in the back corner of the elevator, so none of the others notices the tears silently slipping down my face. When we got to our floor, Louis and Harry went to their room, Zayn to his, which left Liam and I to ours. I walked into our tiny hotel room, and immediately ran into the bathroom. I was trying impeccably hard to keep my sobs from being heard. I slid down the wall between the toilet and bathtub, and buried my face in my hands. I gave up on being quiet, and just sobbed. Why do large crowds scare me so much? I start grabbing handfulls of toilet paper, and try to keep my nose from running. I knew Liam could hear me, but i didn't care. Well, I didn't care until i heard a knock on the bathroom door.

       "Niall? You alright, mate?" It was Liam. Of course it was Liam, the others weren't here.

       "It- It's open." I choke out. Liam opens the door, and slides onto the floor next to me. He slips an arm around my shoulder, and I bury my face in his chest. We just sit like that, and Liam draws soothing circles on my back with his hand. 

       "Hows my little leprechaun?" He whispers in my ear. I just shake my head. I feel myself start to lift off the floor, and realize Liam is carrying me bridal-style out of the bathroom. Liam sets me on my bed, and crawls onto the other side. I crawl over to him, put my head in the crook of his arm, and fall asleep.