One Direction Sickfics & One Shots

1. Niall :: I'm Blinded, 'Cause You Are Everything I See

Eurie: *Warning* this was the first story I wrote in this book and it is defiantly my worst. Please don't judge the rest of the book by this one story because it's pretty bad, lmao

Okay, I've been wanting to write a story off this picture for so long. I found it interesting how people formed so many different ideas of what happened, most of them how someone shouted something mean at Niall. The fact of it all is he was just hugging Zayn, Zayn is laughing in the picture. He wasn't crying. But I wanted to kind of developer my story based off the rumors and such surrounding this. Here goes nothing.

2012
"Liam, where's my mic?" Louis Tomlinson shouted from one dressing room.

They had four and a half minutes before they had to be on stage and by now, it was no surprise Harry Styles didn't have his makeup done, Zayn Malik didn't have a shirt on, and Louis didn't have a microphone.

"You had it last, mate. I don't understand why you'd think I would have it," Liam Payne replied, standing in the doorway so the eldest band member would not continue the screaming match anymore. He was considered the dad of the group. No surprise he was the person to complain to about something being missing. "Don't tell me you lost it."

"Okay, I won't tell you," Louis gave Liam a pat on the right shoulder with a cheeky grin before walking out. He hunted down Paul to relay his issue, who wasn't much happier to hear about it then Liam.

"Theres another mic. But ya have to wait about twenty minutes for them to get it set up with the speakers." Paul rubbed his creased forehead. By now, he should be used to things like this. They were teenage boys. Still, if Louis had told him about half an hour ago, this would have been all sorted by now.

"I'll just share with the lads until then. It will be fine." As if on que, Niall hobbles over, trying to get his shoe on. "Right, Niall?"

"Yeah, sure. What did I agree to?" Niall. Louis threw an arm around his Irish and gave a chuckle.

"I was just telling Paul not to worry. We can share a mic," Louis explained to his blonde friend.

"Yeah, sure," Niall repeated once he learned the plan. He was quite the easygoing boy. There was little doubt he wouldn't go along with it.

"I wanna stay up all night and find a girl and tell her she's the one." The moment they opened the show with that verse, everyone went mad and it gave the five band members such a rush. Songs went by, Niall jumped in the air like a kangaroo, and Harry flicked his hair back atleast twelve times. Concert went as normal.

"Alright. This next song we will be singing is More Than This. Sing along if you know it," Liam introduced before the track began to play. He sat on the arm of the very colorful couch while the others stood around it.

"It just won't feel right, cause I can love you more then this. Can love you more-" That last few words that Harry sang got drowned out for Niall when he heard a girl shout.

"Niall, you don't deserve to be in the band!" The teenage girl's voice was one of a million. But for some reason, Niall could hear it well enough to descifer what she was saying. She had to be pretty near the front. She paid all that money to shout those poisonous words. And it seemed like she waited till Niall was near the end of the stage so he could hear her best.

"If I'm louder, would you see me? Would- would-" Niall had tried to continue. But he was so focused on the sentence the girl spat out playing on an endless loop in his head that he forgot the words he was supposed to sing. His cheeks heated up as he shoved the microphone at Louis, mumbling "I can't sing this".

The music kept playing and it didn't take long for Louis to realize he didn't have time to question Niall's choice. Instead, he carried on, finishing Niall's last verse then leading into his solo.

Niall felt a hand on his shoulder, the hand, he realized the moment he turned, belonged to his friend, Zayn. Zayn didn't question him, he just pulled the small Irish boy into a hug. Niall buried his face in Zayn's shoulder and found himself unable to stop tears from flowing down his cheeks. If his face wasn't hidden away in Zayn's shoulder, the audience would have been able to see his face turn into a tomato.

Zayn just hugged him for the rest of the song, his arms wrapped protectively around the boy, only moving so the mic would be at his mouth when he had to sing and then going right back.

"We are going to take a small intermission and uh, we will be back in ten minutes," Liam said the moment the song ended, making it clear he and probably Harry had noticed Niall's refusal to sing.

"What happened, Niall? You forgot the words," Harry asked the moment they got to the dressing room. Niall has calmed down a bit. But quiet hiccups could still be heard.

"No. Well, yeah. I heard something a fan said and I wish I didn't," Niall spoke quietly, his voice a little weak from crying. He hiccuped again and refused to look at any of his band members. He was always so happy, always smiling even when everyone was stressed out of their minds.

"Something not nice?" Zayn sat next to Niall on the black leather couch, a protective arm around his shoulder. Niall nodded and he could feel tears pressing again. Talking about it brought them back.

"She said I didn't deserve to be in the band. I just... I get all these messages on Twitter. We all do. I read them, I scroll past. But I heard her voice and then-" Niall's voice cracked and he covered his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"You couldn't get it out of your head," Louis finished for him. They all got their fair share of hate. It hurt. But having to listen to someone say it was definitely much worse. Much easier to repeat over and over.

Niall nodded his head, knowing he couldn't speak a sentence without his voice breaking into parts. Zayn pulled him into another hug and he felt Harry's arms wrap around him from the other side.

"It's not true, you know that, right? You can't focus on these things, Niall. There are going to be those four people out of every fifty who want to be negative." Liam joined in the hug after he spoke.

"I know," Niall said softly, taking a deep breath. He wiped away the last remaining tear. "I know."

"And just a reminder, Niall. She's not a fan if she said that." Zayn gave Niall's shoulder a squeeze and the Irish teen smiled at him. He looked around at his four brothers, sharing the smile amongst them.