The Children of One Direction - A One Direction Reunion Fan Fiction

Niall

--Niall--

*Greg's POV*

*Two months after the girls started their tour*

So it has been two months since the girls started the tour and they are officially going to New York in about three days. So that means I somehow  have to get five grown men on a plane to New York tonight. I'm just glad I have Paul here for back up.

"You ready?" Paul asked, shaking me from my thoughts.

"No, but I don't have a choice." I replied.

"Well, do you have a plane other than dragging them out kicking and screaming?" He asked.

"Nope." I said, popping the 'p'.

"Good. Then this is going to end well." He says sarcastically.

"Oh shut it and follow me." I told him as he followed me up to Niall's room.

I figured it be easier to start with Niall because he would expect me to be there. He wouldn't think anything of me walking into his room.

"Stay out here until I come and get you. I already know it's going to be difficult to get him out of bed. So with the slight chance he will get out of bed, I don't want to risk if he sees you before he absolutely has too." I whispered to him once we approached Niall's bedroom door.

Paul just nodded in response.

"Well, here goes nothing." I whispered before going into Niall's room.

*Niall's POV*

I was in my room, laying in my bed, staring off into space as usual when I heard Greg whisper something to someone out in the hall before slowly coming into my room.

"Hey Niall, I need you to come downstairs with me." Greg said to me softly.

I just continued to stare off into space with no response.

"Please Niall, it's really important." Greg begged.

Still no response out of me.

Greg continued to beg me to get out of bed and go downstairs with him for about five more minutes, but I didn't budge. That's when I heard Greg leave my room. Is he actually leaving because I won't go downstairs with him? Is he actually giving up on me? My questions were answered when I heard two pairs of footsteps come back into my room. Is Emma back? Again, my question was answered, when I suddenly got thrown over someone's shoulder. I didn't get even get a chance to register who it was before they threw me over their shoulder. So I started to flail around. I didn't even bother screaming. I just continued to flail around as the tears started to stream down my face.

"Don't worry Niall. It's going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay." I heard Greg call out from behind.

What's going on?

*Greg's POV*

"How's he doing?" I asked as Paul came back into the house.

"Not too good. He's sitting in the car silently crying. He looks absolutely terrified." Paul told me.

"I feel so bad that we just did that." I said.

"I know, but you tried to get him to go downstairs. He didn't budge. It was the only way to get him up and out of his room." Paul explained.

"I know, but I still feel bad." I replied.

"Well, don't. Now go outside and put his bags in the car. The driver is bringing him to the airport." Paul told me and I nodded in response.

You see, Paul and I decided that we were going to have drivers all take them to the airport all in different cars. We'd thought it'd be best if we all bring them on the plane together this way we can actually close the door behind them without worrying they were going to run off or something.

After I put Niall's bags in the car, the driver drove off with a crying Niall in the backseat.

"Who's next?" Paul said, coming up behind me, making me jump slightly.

"Um, let's do Zayn next." I said.

"Zayn it is." Paul replied as we both started walking toward Paul's car.

This was going to be one long day.

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Hey guys!

So I decided, that instead of having one very long chapter on Paul and Greg's experience of dragging the boys out of their houses, I would do a chapter for each of the boys.

I tried doing them in the same chapter, but it was just getting way too long.

Let me know what you think.

And don't forget to comment and vote!

Thanks