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***Okay this is very, very late, but i realized I forgot to dedicate this chapter to someone!!! I would Like to dedicate it to my friend Katie (AquaKatie)!!! She's pretty, smart, loyal, and a really good writer - you should go check out her book that's a twist on Alice in Wonderland!! Sorry about how late this is, Katie, but you know how distracted i get!! xP
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The car ride to rehearsal was a bit tense. Harry sat in the front next to Louis, who was driving, and Zayn, Niall, and Liam sat in the middle. No one knew what to say to Harry and Niall, but Liam did send Harry a look as if to say ‘don’t you dare do anything to upset him’.
Everyone was relieved of the tense and awkward atmosphere once they arrived at rehearsal. Liam nudged Niall, who had fallen asleep on his shoulder during the short ride. “We’re here,” he whispered to his younger friend.
“What? Oh yeah, I’m up,” Niall replied.
Liam took Niall’s arm and led him through the door and to the stage where the band practice. “Now you know you don’t have to do this,” Liam told him, “I know you’re still sick and I admire your dedication, but I don’t want you getting worse than you already are.”
Niall shook his head, afraid to speak too much. “I’m fine,” he managed to stammer.
The boys met with their vocal coach and did some warming up before practicing for their show. Liam kept a close eye on Niall, searching for signs of his friend pushing his already sick self too far.
However, Niall was working very hard on appearing as if he didn’t feel ready to throw up. He made sure to smile and talk like he normally did, even though his older band mate knew him too well to be completely fooled. But Liam knew there was no way to persuade Niall to either go home and rest or take a break from practicing. So he stayed mute on the matter for the time being.
With Harry and Niall still fighting, practice didn’t go as smoothly as it usually did. Everyone was tense and annoyed, and had trouble focusing. This meant most parts had to be rehearsed over and over, with them taking longer than usual to perfect.
“Is everything alright, Niall?” one of their vocal coaches asked. She had been listening to the boys sing intently, but had only just now studied their appearance while singing. “You sure do look pale.” Others from the band’s management nodded in agreement.
“I – I’m alright,” Niall stammered, “I was sick yesterday but I’m fine now.”
Liam, who knew his friend to be lying, shot him a look as if to say ‘don’t push yourself’ but Niall just shrugged.
Later during practice, Niall excused himself to the bathroom. His stomach felt worse than ever, and there was an approaching urge to throw up rising within him.
Once out of sight of the other boys and management, Niall practically sprinted there. He burst through the door, ran to the nearest stall, and crouched over the toilet. Nothing is worse than that moment when you know you are about to vomit and are awaiting its arrival. Niall wished someone were there to comfort him.
Tears sprung to his eyes as Niall threw up. He quickly wiped them away, remembering all Harry had said to him over the matter of crying. When at last he was done getting sick, Niall groaned and wiped his mouth with toilet paper, then flushed the toilet.
When washing his hands, the poor teen caught his reflection in the mirror and groaned again. Niall saw how pale and weak he looked, and knew it would take a lot of convincing for Liam to let him perform at the show tomorrow. He sighed then shakily returned to practice.