Liam P.O.V

I couldn’t believe I had done it. I’ve broken up with Niall and I left him behind. Thinking about it now, back in my room, it was cruel to handle it the way that I did. It was cruel to both of us; we had to see each other every day. I had to see the devastated look on Niall’s face, and he got to look at the satisfied look on mine. But it had to be done, sooner rather than later, when he became too attached, and I became too much of a coward to break things off with him. So, my conclusion is that, I did the right thing.
But the problem is that Niall did get too attached, and I hope that this does not come between us, we have a tour to finished and years of band related commitments after that. We have to get along, for the good of the band. I need to talk to Niall, I’ll do it tomorrow. But for now we both need to get some sleep, we have two more shows to do in Melbourne before we leave for Perth.
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I was awoken early by somebody shaking me. I threw my hand out to hit them and was only met with empty air. I rolled over and opened my eyes a crack.

“What do you want, Harry?” I asked him annoyed.

“You didn’t set your alarm Liam, we have to go to rehearsals for tonight.” He replied, simply.

“Oh right. Ah, just let me get changed yeah, and I’ll be right with you.” I saw harry nod and walk out of the room, shutting the door firmly behind him.

I swung my legs off the side of the bed, and walked still half asleep to the bathroom. The hot water rushed over my face and down my body. I felt weird. I washed my hair quickly and stepped out of the shower. I got dressed and met the rest of the boys and Paul in the hallway. The boys greeted me with half asleep smiles and tired eyes. Not Niall though, he didn’t once look up, not when I walked over to the boys, not even when Paul escorted us through the lobby to the van. He didn’t smile, or make a sound. He just stared blankly at the ground and again out the window when we found our seats in the van. All the attempts Louis tried to get him to engage in our conversation failed, he was only met with one word responses and the side of Niall’s face.

Nobody knew what was going on with him, so I stayed quite. I knew it was me. Of course it was me. Maybe this wasn’t going to go the way that I had hoped. Maybe we can’t forget what happened. When we got to the arena it was much to early for any fans to be hanging around and when we stopped Niall was the first to jump off the bus. He didn’t stop as he ran towards the building, leaving everyone but me behind with confused stares. I could see it, when we sat on the bus that Niall was trying to hold everything inside, he didn’t speak because he didn’t want his voice to quiver, he didn’t look at us because he didn’t want us to see the tears about to fall from his eyes. It might seem like I’m satisfied that I have done this to him, but I’m not, I’m concerned. I don’t want to ruin what Niall was, I don’t want him to change because I crushed him. I want him to stay the same, to not be affected by what I’ve done.

“What’s wrong with him?” Louis asked, concerned.

“He’s probably just feeling sick from the bus,” I replied casually. Harry looked around at Zayn, Louis and I. A question written all over his face.

“But Niall doesn’t get sick from the van,” he finally said. “And didn’t you see his face? His eyes? There’s something wrong.” Harry walked off. To go find Niall and see what’s up I imagine.

Damn Harry, he always was too perceptive. He always knew what was happening while other people didn’t have a clue, or could only guess. I have to keep him from finding out what happened. So I ran ahead of him into the building to find Niall.
I looked in all of the bathrooms so I decided to look in the dressing rooms. As I started to pull the door to the first dressing room open, somebody pushed it from the other side. Niall ran right into me, completely dazed he looked up at me through red rimmed eyes.

“You alright, mate?” I asked, looking down at him. He must have suddenly realised who he had just ran into, he flinched back, as if he was shocked. “Niall, are you okay?” I asked him again.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll just get out of your way.” He said slightly angry, looking back down at the ground. And with that he shoved past me and walked down the hall. I walked after him, I needed to talk to him, sort it all out. I started running, but I couldn’t find him. He couldn’t have gotten this far walking. I was half running looking down every corridor when I passed a door and heard muffled voices. Pressing my ear to the door I tried to listen in on them.

“Harry, I’m fine I swear. Stop asking me.” I heard Niall say, it sounded as if he was trying to convince himself, as well as Harry.

“I don’t believe you. Your face on the bus, you were crying, Niall.” Harry replied.

“I felt sick Harry, just leave it alone. Now let’s go meet the guys.” Niall said, getting angry again.

I heard footsteps approaching the door, so I took my ear away and ran down the hall looking for the arena.

“Where have you been?” Zayn asked me, as soon as I approached them.

“I was looking for Niall.” I replied.

“And?” Louis prompted.

“Oh yeah, I couldn’t find him.” I answered, trying to change the subject.

Harry walking in followed closely by Niall. Nobody said anything, but concern was clearly written all over Louis and Zayn’s faces. We spent the rest of the morning and well into the afternoon deciding on what everyone was going to do, what lyrics were going to be changed and what twitter questions we were going to answer.
Niall only spoke when somebody addressed him directly.
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We rocked up at the venue at 5:30pm sharp and got taken straight into hair and make up. The rest of the boys mucked around and talked about how amazing the show tonight will be. Not Niall though. He sat in his chair staring blankly into the mirror in front of him while the make up artist did him up. How could he just sit there and completely ignore everyone? Now he’s just wallowing in self pity and hoping for the attention that he is sure to receive from the other boys. I wasn’t going to have any of it, so I joined in the joking with them and paid Niall no mind.

The show kicked off great, our opening video was done brilliantly, I love watching it every time. We ran on the stage asking the crowd how they are doing and seeing how loud they can scream. Halfway though ‘kiss you’ we all started dancing with each other and having the best time. I decided it would be a good idea to involve Niall in this, I skipped over to him and jokingly tried to mess him up during his solo and that’s when it happened. I was just staring to lift up his shirt to give the crowd a sneak peek when he suddenly just stopped singing. The band kept playing but there was no lyrics. Niall turned to me and stared me right in the eye, he was sad and I know this, but being the asshole that I am I chose to ignore it, in fact I chose to exploit it.

“Aw, what’s wrong Niall? You don’t want anyone to see your pasty white irish skin?” I patronized him. The entire crowd laugh, thinking it was all a staged joke. He looked at me wide eyed in disbelief. The band finally stopped playing as the piercing noise of Niall dropping his microphone sounded through the venue. But I didn’t stop.

“You guys want to know a secret about our little Niall here?” I said into my microphone addressing the crowd. Screams rang throughout my ears in response. “Well, it seems that none of you girls in here will ever have a chance with our Niall, because you see Niall seems to fancy the opp-“. I didn’t get to finish as a fist collided with my cheek.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Niall shouted at me, as he launched his body at me and tackled me to the ground. Another fist collided with my cheek, coupled with a searing pain that spread across one side of my face. Niall was fuming. Two hands reached under his arms and hauled him off of me. I turned my head and saw harry and one of the body guards dragging Niall off the stage. I turned my face back to the ceiling and closed me eyes, not believing that i had just done that to him.

Louis came over to me and helped me up. He looked extremely disappointed, but he didn’t say anything as he led me off the stage. He walked me down a corridor and into a room were there where two of out body guards waiting. Somebody handed me an ice pack and I carefully pressed it to my cheek, pretty sure that my cheek bone was now broken.

“What were you thinking? What was that, Liam?” Louis shouted at me.

“I-I don’t know. I was only trying to have some fun.” I responded.

“Well you got your ‘fun’. It looks like he broke your cheek bone. Why was he so angry with you?” Zayn said.

“I don’t know guys. He just went crazy.” I said. They started talking to each other in soft voices, leaving me alone to my thoughts. Other voices were carried to my ears and I listened in on them.

“What were you thinking Niall? You ruined the whole concert!” I heard Paul shout.

“I ruined the whole concert? Why don’t you try talking to the arse that started all this with his fucking big mouth.” Niall responded with disbelief, I flinched as I heard the hatred in his voice.

“You know he was only joking around, right Niall?” Harry said.

“That’s what you think, but I know the truth. He’s a fucking asshole with a big mouth and I hope I broke something, because my hand if fucking killing me.” Niall yelled again.

“Niall, you broke his cheek.” Harry said, clearly amused.

“Yeah, well that asshole finally got what he deserved.” I couldn’t listen to anymore, how can he hate me that much? I closed my eyes and shut out everything but the sound of my own breathing.

Notes

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