Light On {Niam Love Story}

Five-

A/N: I just want to let you guys know that I might not be updating this story for a while after this. It won't take longer than about a week, I promise you that, but it won't be like an everyday thing. We, literally, just had to put my dog down, and I guess I'm a little stirred up from that. Don't fret, babes, because I will be starting up a new Ziall story that SHOULD be up today, and it will be a little more fitting to my recent mood-swings. Anywho, I dedicated this chapter to all my fans, all the commenters, and the people that vote for this story. I really appreciate it. The song for this chapter is...I have absolutely no idea. I haven't found a good one to fit it. So, the quote you will see below is an original - so, um, don't steal? Just kidding, I really don't care. I'm starting to ramble now, so...Enjoy chapter five of Light On. x

"And when your lips turn blue, instead of that luscious shade of red, that's when they'll realize the words that you've said."

Niall was no better.

He entered the meeting room with the same expression he had been wearing all throughout lunch. He supposed he was better than the last time he had entered this room, but he still wasn't happy - and that was pretty damn obvious.

No expression on his face, he walked into the room, and took his seat next to Liam without saying a word. He kept glancing over at Harry, who looked as cheeky as ever. He was silently praying to whatever god that was out there that Harry would change his mind about this entire thing. He knew exactly what was going to happen if Simon said yes - hell, even if he said no, Harry would probably let the whole world know, anyways.

Bronson looked over the boys, and frowned, "I hope you guys will put more thought into your outfits for both your public look and concert attire from now on."

Bronson wasn't a generally mean person. He knew how to dish out compliments every now and then - but, on the other hand, he also knew how to be sharp and mean to people. Once, he had sent the boys out in tears after an hour long discussion on everything they were doing wrong. But, today, he wasn't in the mood to be angry with them - they needed to be on top of their game for the concert.

Liam sighed, "We just got back from lunch. Not really something you have to dress up for."

Bronson frowned at him, "We can do without your attitude, Liam."

Bronson was the biggest hypocrite the five of them had ever met. He went and told people to speak kindly to him, be respectful and all, but then he was ultimately rude to everyone. He spent the next hour or so talking to them about 'proper concert behavior', as if they hadn't heard it a million times.

Harry was the one to finally break the rant, "Yes, Bronson - we got it."

He turned to an official-looking Simon, and batted his eyelashes, "Hey, Uncle Simon - I think that it's time for the fans to know the real us, if you catch my drift?"

Simon looked at Harry like he was on crack.

"Well, you see," Harry began, flipping his curls from his eyes. "A couple weeks back, I came out and told the boys that I was Bi. And I always feel really weird when interviewers ask me if I have a girlfriend...So, do you get what I'm saying here?"

Simon let out a puff of breath, "Harry, I honestly don't care what you tell them - as long as you know the consequences of your behavior, and what it could do to your fame."

Harry, Louis, and Zayn jumped out of their seats to cheer with each other - Niall, on the other hand, was about to throw chairs at everyone in the room. That was it? They were just going to let Harry come out like that? Niall couldn't believe that Bronson hadn't said something - there was no way that he was okay with the entire thing.

Liam frowned, "Harry, I'm happy for you, but what about-"

Harry cut him off, "No, Li, stop. Can't you just be happy about this? Who cares what people think? If they stop being our fans over something this stupid, well, that's their choice."

Liam sunk down in his chair, and stared down at the table. Bronson frowned at the five of them, "I think that this will about do it. Harry, I want you to think about this. And, remember, get to bed early so you're well-rested tomorrow."

Niall rolled his eyes, and was the first one out of the office. Liam followed him, still sulking, while Harry danced down the hall in excitement.

No, Niall internally groaned. This can't be happening.

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"Heeeeyyy everybody!" Harry cheered to the thousands upon thousands of fans watching the TwitCam. "How's it going?"

Niall was shaking beside him. He wasn't seriously going to do this, was he? He couldn't just come out like that - no one could. Surely, his nerves were tearing him apart, right? Apparently not - since he was sitting there, cheeky as ever.

Niall leaned over to whisper in his mate's ear, "Going to the loo."

When Harry nodded him off, Niall dashed out of the room as fast as he could. If Harry really was going to do this, Niall didn't want to stay to witness it. Rather, he jogged downstairs, and threw himself into the only bathroom in Harry's house - looking the door behind him. He collapsed on the floor, and covered his face with his hands.

Why, Harry? Can't you see this is dangerous?

He sighed, and slid his phone out of his pocket to message the one person that could keep Harry in control, and make him rethink this - Liam.

To: Liam

He's going to do it. -Nialler

He didn't have to wait long for a response.

To: Nialler

I know. I'm watching. -Li

Niall groaned, and set his phone down. There really was nothing you could do to change Harry's mind when he had it set. 

All Niall could do now was wait - and hope that people would just accept Harry instead of attack the poor thing.

But, when did Niall ever get what he hoped for?