Runaways -A One Direction Fan Fic-

Chapter 3: Not Exactly as Planned

A/N: So here is my third chapter!! I'm on a roll!!! (and slightly hyped up on candy) So sorry if this chapter sucks because it's currently like two in the morning and I've been watching Youtube videos for the past five hours and then got bored so I decided to write this. And also, because I am stuck in Canada and don't have the British pound sign, I am reduced to writing the entire word, so also sorry for that, but blame these stupid North American computers :/

Harry's P.O.V

"Where is he?" Liam says for the eighth time, pacing around the room in full Daddy Direction mode.

"Liam mate, chill. Adam won't make Niall miss the interview, he'll probably be here any second." I say.

Liam just shakes his head, "I'm texting him again."

"Do you even care about your phone bill?" Louis says, looking up from his position on the floor, "Because last month you went like 100 pounds over you plan."

"It was only 80 pounds Louis and now is not the time for jokes." Liam says.

"Liam, it's not as if Niall magically teleported to Ireland or something. You're being paranoid." Zayn says, emerging from wherever it was he went off to.

"I'm a singer, so I'm allowed to be paranoid!"

"I've never heard that before."

"NIALL!!!" Louis shouts, jumping up from the floor and running to embrace the Irish boy and managing to hit me in the process, "WHY WOULD YOU EVER LEAVE ME!!"

"Because you're too loud." Niall says, pushing Louis off him.

"That is an insult to my values." Louis says haughtily, "But the other half of Larry Stylinson doesn't think I'm too loud do you Hazzabear?"

"One, don't call me Hazzabear because it's kind of creeping me out. Two, yes, you are too loud. Also, you hit my arm and it hurts." I say, rubbing my wounded arm.

Louis sticks his tongue out at me and goes to sit beside Zayn while I stretch out on the couch, preventing anyone else from sitting on it.

"Umm...you guys aren't going to act like that dur...during the i..interview right?" Niall stutters, still standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

We all stare at him, "Uh Niall, are you feeling okay?" I say.

He gives a nervous laugh, "No...wait yeah, yeah I'm feeling just peachy."

Liam takes a step closer to the Irish boy, "I don't think you are."

Niall starts playing with his thumbs, clearly thinking about something, "Actually you're probably right, I'm not feeling that well, do you mind if I just play guitar while you guys sing?"

Liam gives Niall a suspicious look, "Sure mate, but can you tell us what went on with Adam?"

"Oh you know just the usual, got the whole 'don't mess up like that again' speech and uh yeah."

Niall shifts around on his feet, obviously uncomfortable with the stares that we're giving him. Something's not right with him, normally before an interview he'd be buzzing with excitement and talking non-stop, but this, this is different from the Niall Horan I'm used to. He's hiding something, and obviously doesn't want to tell us.

"Okay then, well you better get to hair and makeup mate, because you kind of look like a mess." Zayn says, suspicion clouding his tone.

"It's not my fault that no one told me we had an interview today." Niall grumbles as he walks down the hallway.