I Won't Be Leaving

I Won't Be Leaving

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"What...was that?" I whispered and my voice broke. I didn't want to admit it, but I actually felt like crying. I looked up at Zayn and Liam, who were watching me incredulously. "I do not understand", Liam managed to say. "Me neither..." Zayn's voice sounded very cautiously and almost soundless, but I was able to hear it. Liam blinked and his mouth fell wide open, as if he wanted to say something. No words came out. The One Direction lads are living their dreams: after being together for almost three whole years they are working on their third album, which is supposed to be a great success. Niall Horan, one of these popular band members, is really thankful to everything that has already happened to him. But… At some point this seems to change. Insecurity hits him hard and if it can't even get any worse, something very unexpected gives another twist to his turbulent life. Insecurities, prejudices and comments, but also love will play a role for Niall to find himself back again, with the necessary confusions. 'I Won't Be Leaving.'
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