subject: chapter 2
where: one direction recreational bus
documented: 23:28 | september 22, 2015
"Niall, please!"
"Just spend some time with us."
"Let it go lads, he's not worth the fight."
The voices were muffled, as though through a door, as the blond sat indian style on the bed in front of the camera lense. He was curled in on himself, palms pressed tightly over his ears to shut out the voices. It seemed to be a good thing, too, as the deep voice with the Wolverhampton accent was bitter and harsh in comparison to the other bandmates. Pehaps his hands weren't enough to completely block out the sound, though. When he finally looked up at the camera, Niall's eyes were shiny and moist. Wiping at them furiously, he sniffled and seemed to focus more on the task at hand.
"Um, hey, Mr. Dunham," he managed finally, clearing his throat. "I wanna go ahead and say 'm sorry because this video is gonna be really short. 've got a lot on my mind lately and I can't seem to focus on anything."
As though to prove his point, his eyes went completely unfocused almost as soon as the sentence left his mouth. It soon became apparent, however, that he was glaring at whatever was happening off screen. Finally, after a whole three minutes of silence, a voice filled the room and Niall visibly relaxed when Louis Tomlinson came into view and curled himself around the younger male. He whispered something in Niall's ear before settling back in the sheets and closing his eyes, as if he barely noticed (or perhaps didn't care) that the blond was in the middle of something.
"Where was I?" Niall asked softly, eyes rolling to the ceiling in thought. "Oh! The price of fame. Right. Well, I don't really know if this is the week you want to ask me that question." Laughing quietly, he tried to push his hair into something tamed, but it simply flopped back into his face. The laugh died in the blond's throat weakly, his lower lip quivering before he finally bit down on it with a whimper.
"Honestly, I don't know if it's worth it anymore," he whispered after a quick glance at his bandmate. There was shuffling, and the camera shut off completely.
But not before the tears started to fall down Niall's cheeks.
Okay, this is actually the sweetest thing ever because you know Niall can’t play because of his ‘dodgy knees’ and Harry just wanted to make him happy. That’s real friendship.
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