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Niall's POV
I logged into my Twitter. My followers went down. I scrolled through the tweets.

Niall is talking to himself. Is he on drugs?

Niall should be kicked out of the band!

I scrolled through them. Each worse than the one before. I started shaking. Liam walked over.
"Niall, get off there now." He ordered. I shook my head. "Niall, get off." I just stood there tears falling. Liam finally grabbed the laptop, and took it away. But, I still remember.
Niall shouldn't be in the band.
I grabbed my phone quickly, and looked at it. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, every where I turned, it was pointed at me.
Someone grabbed my phone. It was Harry. He ran, and hid it.
"I shouldn't be in the band should I?" I asked them. They looked at me, shock in their faces.
"What? Niall, no!" Louis yelled. Zayn placed a hand on my shoulder. I moved it away.
"I'm messed up. Nobody wants a messed up person in a band." I said, sitting on the couch. I looked down.
"You're not messed up. Your just someone who lost someone they love, and is mourning. Your not messed up." Liam said. I nodded. Then, my phone rang. I looked at the Caller I.D.
"Its management. I have to take this." I got up, and went into the kitchen. "Ello?" I asked, shakily.
"We need to see you. Its urgent."
"Okay. I'll be there soon."
"Hurry." They hung up.
"You want me to drive?" Zayn asked. I nodded. "Have the others watch Midnight." He nodded. I walked to his car. Zayn finally came out. He got in, put the keys in, and we drove off. "I want you to stay off the internet, okay? And lay-low for a bit. Till things cool off. Okay?" I nodded. He sighed. "I know this is hard. But, It'll get better. It always does." I nodded, unable to speak. What's so urgent?

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