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Broken Glass Slipper

Dreaming With a Broken Heart

Niall's Point of View

No one.

There was no one left. I lay alone on the bed, thinking about getting up, and deciding not to. What's the point? I had no purpose. No one. I mean, I had the band, but they're all guys.

I was never noticed. There was a reason I got the line "But you don't notice at all" in our song One Thing.

Finally, the door opened, and Harry walked in the bedroom, wearing his tuxedo.

"Woah, mate! We need to leave soon! Come on, get in your tux."

I slowly stood up, but I sat down just as soon. Harry slowly walked over to me, and sat down, my tuxedo in his hands. He set it down, and picked up my arms, turning them over, and looking closely at the insides. He then shoved the suit at me, and gently whispered, "Come on, Niall. I'll be back in a couple minutes. I expect you to be dressed by then."

I nodded, and then dressed as soon as Harry left.

I looked in the mirror and saw a little, pale, blond-haired misfit, that didn't belong in One Direction. I loved it being apart of One Direction, but I just didn't fit in. I reached for the razor. I closed my eyes, and felt tears racing down my face.

Suddenly, my eyes opened, and I was jolted awake. What a depressing dream!

I lay flat on the bed for a second, thinking about my dream.

Was it foreshadowing?

I felt something wet on my face. I rubbed my eyes and found that I had been crying in my sleep. I sat up and tried to stand, but I found my knees had turned to jelly. Once again, I hoped that it was just a dream, and not something to happen in the future.

Yeah, I was single, but it didn't affect me that much. I always had Harry, even though he usually found some random chick to attend things with him. Maybe I'll finally find someone tonight. Probably not, but it's worth a try!

The door opened, and again, I saw Harry, except he wasn't dressed in his suit.

"Hey, Niall, Liam says we have to get ready to leave now. We're going early, which for us means on time," he mumbled, leaning against the door frame.

I smiled at him and ran to the closet, pulling out my tuxedo. I quickly dressed, and glanced in the mirror to check my hair. Ehh, doesn't matter. Zayn can fix it with those mad hairstyling skills he has.

I grabbed my socks and shoes, and ran out of the room past Harry, who was looking bewildered as he struggled with the intricate shoe laces on his new boots.

I laughed as I passed Liam, who was trying to wrestle his biceps into a white, button down shirt. I ran into the kitchen, slipped on my socks and shoes, and opened the fridge.

Grabbing a leftover pancake, I popped down on the nearest chair and began devouring my snack. Harry strolled into the kitchen, having figured out his shoes. He took one look at me and stopped.

"Was that... The last pancake?" Harry asked quietly.

I nodded and immediately froze. Harry looked at the ground and shook his head. "Niall... You were there when I called the last pancake," he whispered, holding his hand out, and making a 'give-it-here' motion.

I took a look at the half-eaten pancake in my hand. I sadly held out my hand, and gave it to Harry, who grinned, and snatched it out of my hand, before patting my back, and running off.

A few minutes later, Paul barged in, and ushered us out to the limo.

The ride to the iTunes festival was loud. Our lovely fans, being the psychics they are, followed us all the way to the arena. When we stepped out of the car, we were mobbed by insane teenage girls. I love our fans, but sometimes I think we should sedate them. Maybe carry around tranquilizer darts.

We fought our way through the crowd, when suddenly, my eyes were drawn to a girl. She was standing behind everyone, looking unsure of what was going on. Her hair was a lovely color of blond- almost caramel, but definately blond. And her eyes. Her eyes were the color of the ocean before a storm. They were... soothing. They made everyone else go away. The fans, the reporters, paparazzi, everyone. Gone.

I watched her ask another girl something, but whatever she asked set the girl off the edge. The girl slapped her, and then surged ahead, intent on getting to us. When I saw the girl who had been slapped again, there were tears running down her face, and she looked at us with such contempt, it was terrifying.

I pointedly looked into her beautiful eyes with a question, but she turned away and disappeared.

When we finally got into the arena, I was still replaying what had happened, and my mind was whirling with a ton of questions.

Why did she get slapped?
Why does she hate me?
Will I ever see her again?

I felt a hand on my arm, and I quickly looked over my shoulder at Liam.

Liam slightly squeezed my arm, and let go, before saying to the ground, "Niall, we're going in. You've got to smile for the cameras. You know what Management says. We can work out everything later."