The Story of My Life

Everyone's laughing. Everyone's laughing at crazy little Louis who is doing corny stuff. I don't want to laugh. I'm feeling under the weather for reasons I can't explain. There's this pit of sorrow consuming me deep inside. But I laugh along with everyone else. Something's wrong with me. I walk over to the couch and sit down. Louis continues to clown around while Harry stands up to begin cooking breakfast.

"Louis, come on!" Zayn says, pulling a very hyperactive Louis to the couch. "Let's watch a movie!"

"Guys, it's 6 A.M.! Some people may be asleep!" Liam stands in front of the TV, blocking everyone's view.

"Aw Liam, don't be kill joy," Zayn gives Liam the puppy dog eyes.

"He's not being kill joy, he's just being practical," came Harry's voice from the kitchen.

"Well I never!" Louis exclaimed. "For once you're not on my side! And I thought that I was your best friend!"

"Everyone's my best friend!" Harry shouted. "Now don't make me laugh or talk unless you want my virus on your pancakes!"

"PANCAKES!!!" Louis shouted, literally in my ear.

"LOUIS!!!" I shouted, exasperated.

"WHAT?!" Louis hit me with a pillow.

"STOP!!!"

"STOP WHAT?!"

"CLOWNING AROUND!!!"

"NOW YOU DON'T BE A KILL JOY TO MY PERFECT DAY, NIALL JAMES HORAN!!!"

"FINE, I'LL LEAVE!" Nobody except Liam wants me here anyway. I thought to myself. If I leave the room, even the band, nobody would notice. Zayn is the brooding bad boy, Liam is the sensible guy, Louis is the clowny guy and Harry is the flirty guy. Villan, superhero, comic relief and the romantic. Story complete. I'm an extra, there's nothing I can do about it. I can feel Liam's eyes on me as I walk to my room. I leave the door of my room open on purpose, knowing that Liam's following me.

"Niall, can I come in?" He's always so polite and sensitive.

"Yeah sure." I mumble. I'm not about to push him away, even though I'd much rather be alone as of the moment.

"Is something wrong?" He sits on the edge of the bed I'm lying down on.

"Something's wrong with me." I say quietly. He pats my back, which comforts me.

"Nothing's wrong with you, Niall." He says quietly. "I'm guessing there's still some sleepiness left in there." I look up at him.

"I'm Oscar the Grouch."

"No, you are Niall Nando's." I smile.

"And you are Mr. Chocolate Payne." I point to his chocolate brown eyes. He smiles back, then takes my hand.

"I think the food's ready Niall,"

"FOOD!" I exclaim smiling hugely.

"Let's go!" Liam says, pulling me with him as we run to the kitchen. I laugh. At least somebody knows how to make me smile.

Notes

Aw Niall, it's okay...