Sacrifices (A Niam Horayne Love Story)

Chapter 3: Taking The Fall

I actua-tackally wasn't gonna post this until like,tomorow but I just couldn't handle the waiting

>.< I'm sooo impatient! BWAHAHAHAHAH!

So, anyway, this morning I ate Resses peanutbutter cups and soda for breakfast. (Ahh I love the taste of diabetes in the morning...) I have this special technique for eating them... I eat the chocolate off before the peanutbutter BUT!!! I have to eat the top off first, then the bottom... and once I eat the top twice I eat the bottom off first then the top... and so on & so forth... Yeah idk how I acquired this really weird habit.

Also, I was watching Swamp Peopl and I couldn't help but wonder... How the mother hump do they not fall out of those damn boats. Like, seriously. A 6-7foot long evil dinosaur is at the end of your freaking line and your boat is teetering precariously on your side. HOW DO YOU NOT FALL OUT INTO THE WATER?

Song On the side... No big connection I was just listening to it as I wrote this... >>>

I'm sorry. That was really pointless but well, please enjoy!

Without futher a fluffing doolittle...

LE MEDIFIC DE SHIP OF IRISH RESPONSIBILITY~

Forever & Always<3

--"Kae"

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"I'D LIKE TO BE, EVERYTHING YOU WAAANT. HEEY GIRL, LEMME TALK TO YAA...." My phone blared obnoxiously loud and I groaned as I shut the alarm off. I woke up especially early today to get ready without having to fight over who showered first or hearing Zayn accuse one of us for touching his hair gel. I grabbed a gray shirt, a pair of black boxer briefs, some sweats and a snap back and headed to the bathroom. The lights were all off and it was still pretty dark so I couldn't really blame myself for running straight into a solid body. All my things that were previously clutched against my chest were now stream about tthe dark hallway. I groaned and rubbed the place my forehead had collided with someones chest. "Who is that? Are you okay?" The mystery man said and I instantly recognized his voice. I couldn't explain why I suddenly felt so utterly mortified. He was my best mate, he couldn't care less if I ran around stark naked in a zoo screaming that I wanted my mother back. So why was I so embarrassed that I had clumsily ran into him? "It's... Me, Niall. I'm fine, you just surprised me is all." I stammered out. There was an awkward silence as I believe we collected ourselves and he was blindly searching for the light switch, and when the lights were turned on it almost blinded me with how painfully bright they were and gave me a headache that made me wish I could be surrounded by that thick darkness once more. When I was satisfied that my eyes had adjusted I looked up and saw that Liam had gathered all my things and was handing them all back to me. I grabbed them from him once I stood up and grunted a thanks before slipping in the bathroom and locking the door. Well wasn't that just so wonderfully awkward. Encountering Liam only made me remember how yesterday I had been listening in on his conversation with Zayn. A conversation that I felt should be with me because I was his friend and couldn't deny the betrayal that I had felt. I tried to clear my mind as I let the warm water glide down my body and rinse the scented suds out of my hair. I inhaled deeply at the scent and frowned. This was not my shampoo, this was... I whipped my eyes open to look at the bottle and groaned. Oh no, I had accidentally used Zayns soap. I tried rinsing, and drying off hastily in hopes that I had woken up early enough to be able to avoid the Bradford boy. I tugged on all my clothes sloppily and yanked the door open and well, just my luck, Zayn was standing right there with his arms crossed and looking back at me accusingly. "Niall..." the older boy said, the disapproval apparent in his tone. I didn't even dare to deny anything because it was so obvious that I was guilty. I shuffled my feet and stared at them, avoiding Zayns accusatory glare.

" Why did you use my shampoo?" He said suppressing his irritation. "I swear I thought it was mine, Zayn. I didn't use it on purpose but I didn't realize it until it was too late. I'm sorry Zayn just... please don't kill me." I said so pitifully that I swear I sounded like a seven year old admitting to his parents that it was himself who had drawn on the walls. When he didn't reply I let my eyes wander up to his face and Zayn was not angry nor irritated but simply, amused. The older boy burst into laughter and my cheeks burned from embarrassment. That bastard! He was laughing at me! "I'm sorry Niall, but you just looked so cute and boyish I just had to laugh." He choked out and I shoved past him, suddenly not so apologetic anymore. I went back into my room seething furiously at how much he was beginning to loathe the black haired boy. First, he was stealing my best lad away from me and now  he was ridiculing me for his own sick entertainment. I threw a pair of joggers into my suitcase with much more force than necessary and huffed with exasperation, feeling lightheaded for some inexplicable reason. I sat down and held my head as I willed this feeling to pass by. Once it did I went back to packing, not paying my temporary light headedness much thought. _________________________*________________________

We were getting ready to head onto stage for our concert in Dallas. The fans were screaming for us to come on and usually this always got me into a chipper mood but right now it only made me feel even more sick than I had already been.

After we left the house I seemed to have came down with a nasty fever and as the day progressed it only got worse. I tried to take a few more Aspirin but it only gave me a few moments reprieve from the horrible headache. I had tried to hide it from the other boys, especially Liam, knowing that they'd all take it too seriously than nessecary. But, as we were waiting backstage for our cue to run out I couldn't help but groan involuntarily at the pain I had now in my abdomen.

Louis was surprisingly the first to notice and pat me on the back. "Aye, mate, what's the matter?" he asked.

I was keeled over clenching my stomach feeling as if I had to hurl but I shook my head and slowly stood up straight, pushing all the pain into a corner of my mind willing it to go away. A few moments passed and now all the boys were crowded around me with over-worried expressions and I felt the pain subside somewhat. I pulled on my usual goofy grin.

"I'm alright, lads, just had a stomach cramp."

At that Louis and Harry's eyes widened in fear. "Oh please, not another fart!" Louis exclaimed backing away from me slowly with his arm held out in front of him, palms twoards me as if to fend me off. I laughed but cringed at the pain I immediately felt. Liam draped his arm over my shoulder and looked at me with deep concern.

"Niall, you sure you're okay? You shouldn't go on if you're not feeling well. Really, Niall. Your health is more important than one concert." he said softly to me. There was something odd in his voice. Something that rad deeper than just his motherly concern but I couldn't quite put my finger on it when the stage manager was telling us to start heading out.

I smiled at him assuringly. "I'm fine. Like I said, it's probably just a stomach cramp."

He hesitated but at a snappy remark from the stage manager we ran out and I pulled a huge grin onto my face as the sight of our large, screaming crowd came into view. The lights were too luminous and painfully bright. The screams were deafaning and starting to ring in my ears. Even the beggining chords of our song seemed to create a painful banging in my head. I managed to sing and play along to our first few songs but as our song Stand Up started it became overbearing.

I was singing crouched by the edge of the stage to a few of our fans, which were girls who put on way too much makeup for my taste. Hundreds of girls sucked in shocked gasps and emit loud screeches of horror. I heard footsteps of the boys trying to reach me before I could fall but they were too late. The last thing I remembered was tumbling over as the ground surged twoard me.

And everything went black.

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Like I said before, I REALLY APPRECIATE VOMMENTANS!!! (Again I'm ot telling you... I'd just really like them...

Okay time to clean the wrappers off the floor that me & my cousin were throwing at the fan...

TOODALOO MOTHERFLUFFAAAAAAAAA!