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Midnight's POV

Niall's lost it. He's been talking to himself for days. He won't sleep, cries at night, and is being nice to me ALL THE TIME. He tries to hide the fact that my sister is dead. I mean, she's my sister. But I manage some sleep at night. I eat every meal. I don't cry at night. But he does. And it makes me sick. I'm seven. Parents dead. Sister dead. And I have no one. I'm all alone.
"Niall...can I ask you something?" I asked as he got me a bowl of cereal. He sat across from me. He looked weak. His skin was pale His eyes were dark underneath. And he hasn't smiled, ate, slept, or even talked much since the funeral.
"Yeah?" He whispered. His skin was wet from tears. And his eyes were red and puffy.
"Are you...sick?" I asked. He looked at me oddly.
"No, I'm fine. Why?"
"You don't look fine. You look like you just came back from a torture chamber." I said. He raised an eyebrow.
"How do you know what that is?"
"I'm seven. Not five." He nodded.
"Midnight, I'm fine. Just, tired. That's all. Being One Direction isn't easy. Now hurry up and eat so we can get shopping for that perfect outfit for school tomorrow, okay?" His voice cracked.
"I know you miss Meliday. I do too. She was my sister. But, you need to move on."
"No!" I leaned back, officially scared. He sank back in his chair. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. Its been a long week." Tears rimmed his eyes.
"I'm not hungry anymore." I scooted my bowl, and left the room. Where Niall began to sob. I grabbed the phone quickly, and rushed to my room. I found Louis' number and dialed it. He picked up on the first ring.
"Niall, how are you? I haven't heard from you in days, mate."
"Its Midnight." I said.
"Mighty-Night! Hey, everything alright?" He asked.
"No. Niall, he's not good. He hasn't slept or eaten for days. He cries at night. And talks to himself. I think he's ill." I said.
"I'm coming. And I'm bringing the guys. Make sure he doesn't leave. We're on our way."
"Okay." I hung up. And waited for them to arrive.

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