Midnight Memories

I plugged my ears, I couldn't bear the noise of the screaming fans. If I make it through this, the rest of my life will be easy. The girl next to me had painted half her face with a British flag and half with an Irish flag. She was jumping up and down, screaming at the top of her lungs. One Direction hadn't even come onto the stage yet, and she was already starting to lose her voice because of screaming so loudly.

Niall stepped onto the stage, followed by Harry (who was wearing a very ugly wig, it was the only way we could get him to perform), then last was Liam. I was kind of hoping Zayn of Louis would step out and onto the stage, but I kept on reminding myself that it was over for them.

Impossibly, the crowd roared even louder. The boys were saying something, but I couldn't hear them, even though I was in the front row. Liam's eyes searched the crowd and found mine. I gave him a small smile, to try and boost his confidence. Liam plastered a fake-looking smile on his face and started the first song. He would've been believably happy if it wasn't for his eyes-- they were still dull, in fact, more dull then they had been ever before.

One Direction, with only three people, was not nearly as good as usual. They obviously still weren't over Louis and Zayn. First of all, not only was the music dull sounding because the boys were sad-- maybe even depressed, but the verses that Louis and Zayn were supposed to sing were just long spaces in the song. No voice, just the music that belonged there.
The concert ended, but the crowd didn't seem too pleased with the performance. Of course, that hadn't lowered their expectations of One Direction.

I walked through the crowd (which believe me, with tons of mad fans, is much harder than you might think), and met the boys backstage. Liam was crying, Niall sitting by him finding some way to try and comfort him, and Harry? He was raging mad. I would have been too, considering everything that had happened in these past couple weeks. Harry ripped his wig off and threw it on the ground. He was crying and screaming loudly at nobody in particular. The place was a mess.

After lots of hard work, I got the boys into the limo and went home. They went to their rooms and cried or tore things apart (in Harry's case). Life without the voices of either Zayn or Louis was terrible. It felt like not only the end of the band, but for the boys, the end of the world.

Notes

OMIGOSH OMIGOSH O... This chapter made me emotional!!! LOL, Zayn's still alive but...

Haha, many thanks, to my cousin! (She wrote this one because I've been having a really bad case of writer's block) Oh, my emotions...

Inputted some edits~ Still having the feels.