the boy i am........isn't me (spanking)

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Guest apperance by doggah4321.

Surprise! Niall's POV

Oh the darkness, however should we seek to find a never-ending dark nirvana where we keep away from others. It would be a paradise, even someone's "happy wonderland" to escape to a place where only the darkest creations to roam the raven sky is the darkness itself, while the dark beauty of the shining moon has forgiven our flaws and glows the earth as the stars twinkle and dance with such delight. If the heavens and the hells or whatever the afterlife may exist, they will look upon it and say "here shines the darkest demons inside thee mundanes whom search for an ending. Though the empty streets may seem haunting, its the mortals whom to stay away. As the mundanes lay awake and glance at the god givens stars, the demons are upon deep in them, for only the broken to feel."

However beauty in everything must vanish at a point. Their comes a day when the beautiful paradise is nothing but a brutal misery that you want to escape from. The stars will vanish and the moon leaves its place from its spot and the only beautiful sight in the darkness are the broken and flawed that have been possessed with their own demons. Its a shivering sight, but all things comes to an end.

So I stand by thee, inches away from the small crowd as I hide from the world I stand, cowarding. I have not been in sight with the ones whom have my final pieces of my shattered heart.

Although I am not a man of challenge nor boldness or neither a boy of fragility or curiosity, I can only become a mouthful of broken thoughts. I speak the brutal truth that no one speaks of and also the collection of written diaries to confront those who come across the wrong path with me (but even I am a little dramatic, for real, I am neither a boy or man, but instead a broken........human.......that took its baby steps to defend himself before fleeing from his own battle)

I look out to the small crowd that I would be "pleasured" to meet in a couple of minutes (maybe three?). I read the well written signs they hold, and disappointment fills me when I come to recognize that no one has personally written a poster to me. Louis also lacked a few posters they raise, because most of them say "I love you Harry!" or "Zayn you are perfect!" or "Liam your voice are the angels singing!" but he was still given the gift to be loved for what he truly wants to be. He is given the freedom to express himself while I am choked to please and do.

Anxiety is swallowing me.

I come from my hiding spot (although the crowd can not see me) and search for the others, since we must go out together.

They are not difficult to find with how empty the halls and rooms are. Most of the people have left because everything was done before we even stepped into the building. It took no less than a minute to spot them and suddenly the room became icy as a shiver went down my spine. I wrapped my arms around myself and regretted not bringing any extra clothing with me incase the building was cold.

I held onto myself tighter making the skin become white as I paced to my bandmatews. Matt, the one who organized the meet and greet, was telling them the time for which we must go to meet everyone. "We will go out in two minutes, so we need to find Niall quick."

They nodded and when Zayn turned his head to go searching for me, he says "found him" before pointing at me. They all snapped their necks, almost in sync, towards my direction. I walked faster to get over to them and when I was by their side I was quickly explained to on how things would go before being shoved near the crowd to get ready for our entrance.

It will be different from usual apprently because we would be actually meeting them and be able to take pictures with them in a room. Each person will have a limited time before they have to leave and then the next person comes.