Broken

Chapter 1: Hate

Niall's p.o.v:

I am exhausted! We've been on tour for almost three months without a break, we've had shows nearly every night, we've traveled all over the place, and we've been recording all day.

I hardly have a voice left from singing all day, my fingers hurt from strumming my guitar, and I've got jet lag like you wouldn't believe. So all in all, I'm in a pretty awful mood.

As soon as we get back to the bus, I grab my phone and pull up twitter, hoping that chatting with some fans will make me feel better. The first message I see says,

'Why are you so stupid Niall? Wait don't answer that, it would take too long'

I sighed. The world must just be against me today. I scrolled down a little farther.

'Niall I hate you'

'Niall you don't deserve to be in one direction'

'Niall your ugly'

They just kept going. What's going on? There's never this much hate. Then I saw one more, one that really hit me hard.

'You have an awful voice Niall. When you sing, I want to shoot myself. No wander management doesn't want you singing on your next tour. I wouldn't either'

I swallowed hard, feeling tears welling in my eyes. What if she meant it? What if she was going to shoot herself because of me?

Harry's p.o.v:

"Niall you in here?" I called as I stepped onto our tour bus. He had booked out of the studio as soon as we had finished recording. The other boys were still there chatting, but I came back to check on Niall.

He's been kind of down lately, not like himself. I'm probably just being paranoid. I knew he was just tired and missed home like the rest of us. But I couldn't help feeling like something was wrong.

I stepped into the area where our bunks were and saw Niall sitting on his.

"There you are mate. You ok-" I stopped abruptly when I saw that he was shaking.

"Niall?" I asked putting one hand on his back.

He looked up at me, tears streaming down his face.

"What if she meant it?"