Niall’s view:
Seeing that was the worst thing ever. Justin and her dancing together, so happy. After that girl was clothed and I was, I headed downstairs to find Izallouis and instead there she is smiling and laughing with Justin who seemed to be wanting her as more than a friend. I left out the front door and straight to my car. Drunk or not I was going home. The drive was dangerous but I managed to get home without crashing. I parked sideways in the driveway and slammed the door once I was in the house. First he tells me I would love her and then he decides too. I mean I don’t even know her but what the hell, at least let me get to know her before you take her away. I haven’t spoken to her more than small words and I'm so protective over her. I need to shower and get clean from the brunette, blonde, I don’t even remember. What time is it?? I looked around for my phone and go figure I didn’t have it. I went stumbling into the kitchen and looked at the microwave. It was three a.m. and the guys weren’t here. I paced for a moment. Shower, Niall. I went upstairs and started the shower up. I hopped in and the water still made my body tingle. I was drugged, I forgot about that. I tried to focus on the shower itself rather than how tingly I was. I had an erection that wouldn’t go away, probably Viagra. I am a mess. I stepped out of the shower and tried to dress myself but the room was spinning right and left. I fell on my bed and carefully planted one arm in one hole and one leg in another. I was everywhere and the boys were going to be here any minute.
“Niall we’re home!” Louis yelled.
“Shut up, you idiot. He’s probably sleeping.” Liam hushed him.
“Liam!” I yelled stumbling all the way down the stairs to him.
“Or not.” Liam said as I hugged him. I rubbed my cheek to his chest and felt the tingles.
“Something got into him.” Harry said setting down some bags.
“I love you Liam.” I nuzzled him more to feel the tingles.
“I can feel that.” Liam said stepping back. I was only in my boxers and had a nice lift holding them up.
“Whoa.” Louis said covering his eyes.
“Let’s get you to bed.” Liam walked me back to my room. Once we were out of ear shot from the other he asked me questions. “What did you do??” Liam was mad.
“I went with Justin to a party.” I shrugged.
“Niall, your drunk and have a boner. What did you do??”
“I was drinking. This blonde, no brunette, this girl took me upstairs.” I was not remembering much.
“And then??” Liam pressed.
“I fell asleep.” Liam looked down and then stood up from the bed.
“Go sleep some more.” He pointed to my bed, then left. I lay down and heard Liam yelling from downstairs. My hearing was fuzzy so I couldn’t make out a lot of what he was saying. I soon fell asleep and felt like I was falling. I shuddered and saw the light shining through the window. I sat up fast then felt dizzy.
“Hey don’t move too fast. We don’t know what you took last night.” Zayn said sitting on my bedside staring at me.
“What happened??” I asked.
“You were drunk and had some type of drugs. Harry said Viagra for sure because of your boner.” Zayn felt awkward. “We have to leave soon but we are not sure if you should go.” He informed me.
“I'm going. I don’t want to miss anything.” I said standing up. I bit the ground and Zayn came to help me. The door opened to show a concerned Harry.
“He just fell.” Zayn was confused.
“Liam!” Harry yelled. “He's up!” Harry yelled again. There were footsteps and soon everyone was in the room.
“Niall, how are you feeling??” Liam asked.
“Well, I mean good enough to work.” Lie.
“Why did you do it??” Louis asked.
“Do what??” I wasn’t running full speed yet.
“Get drunk, party, have sex, get drugs, do drugs??” Louis asked.
“What??” I didn’t really do that did I??
“You don’t remember.” Zayn whispered.
“I went to sleep.” I said.
“Niall, you went out with Justin and got drunk.” Harry corrected.
“And then you were drugged.” Louis added. I was letting this all sink in.
“We assume someone shagged you because your clothes in the bathroom had your, fluids on them.” Louis sounded disgusted. We are like brothers but there are some things we just don’t talk about. This being one of them.
“I feel fine, though.” I stood up again and this time tried my hardest not to fall. I didn’t want today to be about me, and I didn’t want Liam disappointed even though the disappointment is clear on his face.
“Everyone let’s let Niall get around. We leave in twenty minutes.” Liam said then left. Everyone followed slowly but Zayn.
“What some help??” He asked.
“Yes, please.” I blushed. Zayn helped dress me like a Barbie doll. He knew I needed it. I needed someone to help me do a lot today but everyone was more apt to listen to Liam then me. Once that was over with, we walked together down the stairs. I wasn’t in any condition to do much alone. I would probably need someone to steady me whilst I wee’d.
“We need to be going, like now.” Liam said getting keys. Everyone followed him out me bringing up the rear. Once in the car I knew this was going to be a harder day than I thought. Liam drove considerate of me but I could tell he wasn’t happy with my decisions. He even told me no drinking and I lied to him straight. We arrived at the usual conference centre and headed inside from the screaming fans. I don’t understand how they know where we are at and when we are there. Once inside everything was business. Paul and Simon led us to the room and sat us down. Different conference people joined us in the room and opened up briefcases.
“So boys. We have some edges that need to be smoothed over.”
“Let’s take a look at the tour dates.” Papers were passed around to us and we looked at them. I didn’t understand the lines, words, or colours. Everything was coated and I was confused. The other boys were flipping pages and following along perfectly, even Harry. I looked at Liam and he nodded. I knew he was going to help me later on.
“Have we thought about if we want it to be just singing or for all talents??” Someone asked looking at me.
“Well…” I didn’t want to say anything wrong.
“Yes, just singing. It's what we know and we would feel out of place judging someone that is doing something we don’t understand like dancing.” Liam said looking at me. She can't be on the show now, not like she was going to be anyway.
“Well then boys most of our edges are smooth. The only thing left is to start the shooting process. But you cheeky lads are perfect in front of the camera so no worries there.” The lady in the pants suit was being flirtatious. Simon rushed them out and looked at us.
“Are you boys ready to start this??” He asked with a big, long sigh.
“I thought it was going to be a lot more work.” Louis put his feet on the table.
“What about you guys??” Simon asked us.
“I want to check out this filming studio.” Zayn stood up.
“I want to sleep.” I half-heartedly laughed.
“We will have time for that later. Right now it's, 10:00.” He looked at his watch. “We need to get lunch and head to the recording studio. You need to record some of the backing vocals during Midnight Memories. It sounds a little raw right now.” Simon motioned to the door and we all followed his instructions, stopping off at different fast food places to order lunch for later, and then parking it at the studio. We had thirty minutes before lunch so our recorders and producers took Zayn into the studio whilst the rest of us waited outside to listen and wait our turn. It took forever for Zayn to get this one note on perfect pitch so we started to eat and then one by one we were plucked away to sing. It was my turn and I haven’t said much nor have I sung, plus the hangover, this would be interesting.
“Niall, we need you to do some scales. Start at a C and work your way up naturally.” I opened my mouth but nothing but squeaks and cracks came out. “Try again.” He said then took his finger off the button. Liam said something to him and he clicked the button to speak. “Niall, come out and drink some water. Harry get in there.” I don’t think I was supposed to hear the last part. Harry passed me going into the studio and frowned. Everyone was mad at me. I was so stupid and reckless. I managed to nod off for a second then come back.
“We are done, except Niall. Everyone can go but we really need his vocals.”
“Today isn’t the right time or day. How about we plan on his day off for him to come in here and spend at least four hours vocalizing.” Someone was offering up my free day.
“Sure. We might be able to pull it together then.” Our producer and Liam walked back in the room. All the other boys were gone.
“Niall, it's time to go. The others left but tomorrow you and I have some work to do.” Liam said lifting me out of the bean bag chair.
“Ok.” I said in the sleepiest tone. Liam helped me walk out of the studio without saying goodbye to the recorder. There was no one outside; probably thinking we left with the boys.
“I can't believe this. Niall you haven’t even talked her. Now you are drinking again.” Liam started going off in sweet tones when we were in the cab. He told the driver which hotel and we took off.
“You, don’t get it.” I mumbled.
“Oh, I do. You like her and don’t even know her. You always do this. First Brittany and now this girl. Niall you have to get to know them to like them.” Liam was pissing me off.
“Liam, shut up. It's not how you fucking think so stop assuming you know why I do the things I do. Because you don’t.” I yelled. The driver was probably getting a kick out of this.
“Niall, this always happens. You get head other heels for someone you don’t even know. You have done this before whether you will admit it or not.” Liam crossed his arms.
“You don’t know.” I said bitter.
“Then let me help you. Tell me what the problem is this time so I, we can help you.” He wasn’t yelling but pleading. I didn’t say anything. “Is it the anxiety?? We will call everything off and give you time. Is that what you need??” Liam continued.
“I'm scared.” I mumbled.
“Of what??” He was still fuming and realized the temperament he said that in. “Of what??” He softened his tone and body to become sweet again.
“Everything.” I mumbled again.
“Niall, I, we can't protect you from everything.” Liam sighed now frustrated.
“I know. I just want to put it off. Can we pretend nothing is wrong?? Can you not tell anyone?? This is why I didn’t tell anyone.” I found my voice.
“Niall.” He sighed again. He took me under his arm and I cried. I tried harder than ever to keep it under control. I soon felt better. I actually felt that with every scared tear leaving my body I started to understand that I need to be strong and hold myself up. I leaned up and Liam looked at me. “What??” He questioned my look.
“You are always so helpful.” I smiled and sat up on my own. I looked outside and realized we were close to the hotel.
“Thanks. I'm just concerned about you more than you know.” He smiled at me.
“I know. And I want to thank you for always being there, even when I push you away.” I smiled a real smile. Now if only I could get the others off my back about ‘feeling well’.

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