-Third Person POV-
"Greg?!"
"Yeah, Ni, it's me."
"I... I..." Louis grasped the phone and took it from Niall's hands.
"Greg, it's Louis."
"Oh, hi Louis, how ya doin?"
"Yeah fine. But you know better than to call here. You haven't talked to Niall in at least 6 months. Why the hell should he waste time with you now that you decided to call? Hmm?!"
"Louis i-"
"Save it. Niall is better with or without you. Goodbye Greg, have a nice day." Louis said sarcasitcally, hanging up.
"L-" Niall starts.
"Don't Niall. You don't have to say anything. C'mon, I'm not gonna have anyone or anything ruin your day back." Louis said. "Now, come on, food is getting cold."
Niall nodded and they went in the dining room to eat with their friends.
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"What? I didn't know you lost your job, Kayla!" Niall frowned.
"Um yeah, I guess I messed up on the price checking. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm so stupid!"
"No Kayla, you're not stupid, okay?" Niall's voice spoke softly.
"I am but whatever." Kayla sighed and looked down.
Niall frowned.
"It's okay Niall, I'll be fine." Kayla flashed a small smile. "Well I gotta get home and feed Midnight (her cat), so I'll see ya later." Kayla said as she walked out the door.
Niall couldn't help but wonder if he should go after and comfort her.
But she said she was fine. So she was then.
Right?
"Nialler! Come on!"
It was time for rehearsals. "I'm comin!" Niall yelled back and went out into the van with the rest of the lads.
Another day of tour rehearsals. This was Niall's first day though, so everyone was watching him, making sure everything was okay.
It started to get on Niall's nerves after awhile though. People just kept staring.
"WOULD YOU STOP STARING AT ME PLEASE FOR FUCKS SAKE!" He exploded and walked off the stage. Louis was calling after him.
Niall now was backstage and trying to catch his breath. He didn't know what was happening.
"Niall?!" Louis hollered. "Niall!" He ran towards Niall and grabbed his hands. "What happened love?"
"They just kept- staring at me- I just couldn't- I..." Niall couldn't catch his breath. He was breathing fast.
Louis realized his boyfriend was having an anxiety attack. "Shit, okay Niall, breath for me. Take deep, small inhales. With me now." Louis inhaled. "In, and out." He exhaled.
Niall tried to follow what Louis was doing. His shaking calmed down and his breathing was steady. Louis held Niall for a good 10 minutes, comforting him as he came down from his attack.
"I'm sorry," Niall started to lightly cry.
"No no no. Don't be sorry. It's okay babe," Louis rubbed his back gently.
They called it a day and went back to the flat. Zayn decided to make some tea. "Anyone want some tea?"
Everyone said yes except Liam because Liam is more of a coffee guy.
"No additives please Z," Niall told Zayn rather quietly. He didn't want Louis to hear. But he did.
"Ni," He walked closer to Niall. "You know you need to have additives so you can keep your weight balanced."
"How about I just don't have any then?!" Niall spat and walked away. He didn't want everything to be ruined already. He just got back. Just because he likes tea now with no additives and maybe just some milk, doesn't mean he's 'getting bad again'
Louis just doesn't understand. He's too over protective ever since Niall's been in treatment. Well, more so now that he's back home.
Niall went into his room and he was kinda glad this time Louis didn't come after him. He wanted to be alone right now.
Why couldn't they just all understand that he was better? Or at least just treat him normally? He's still Niall. Did Louis fall in love with him because of him, or because he was broken and he just wanted to fix him?
I believe if I knew where I was going I’d lose my way
I believe that the words that he told you are not your grave
I know that we are not the weight of all our memories
I believe in the things that I am afraid to say
Hold on, hold on
I believe in the lost possibilities you can see
And I believe that the darkness reminds us where light can be
I know that your heart is still beating, beating, darling
I believe that you fell so you would land next to me
‘Cause I have been where you are before
And I have felt the pain of losing who you are
And I have died so many times, but I am still alive
I believe that tomorrow is stronger than yesterday
And I believe that your head is the only thing in your way
I wish that you could see your scars turn into beauty
I believe that today it’s okay to be not okay
Hold on, hold on
‘Cause I have been where you are before
And I have felt the pain of losing who you are
And I have died so many times, but I am still alive
This is not the end of me, this is the beginning
(Hold on)
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Niall ended up falling asleep. He woke up a few hours later. He felt tired. Well so much for the nap. He sighed and got out of bed and changed. He went downstairs to watch some telly.
Zayn and Perrie were there. "Hey mate," Zayn says.
"Hey guys."
"Enjoy your nap?" Perrie asked.
"I guess," Niall shrugged. "Wait, how do you know I took a nap?"
"It's kinda obvious," She chuckled.
"Oh," Niall laughed lightly and went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of chocolate milk. As he was walking through the dinning room, he saw Louis at the table.
He looked over Louis' shoulder and saw some paper work. He tried to get a better look without having Louis know he was behind him.
He got a couple of words. But then he saw his name. He realized it was his release forms from rehab. And information about him and his progress there.
Niall understood that Louis was curious and wanted to know more about his boyfriend, but in a way Niall felt betrayed. They both could have looked at it together and talked about it.
But no, Louis was reading it alone, without Niall. And Niall doubted that he would even let him know he read it.
Niall walked away quietly and just tried to ingnore the sinking feeling in his stomach. Why was everything so damn complicated in this house?
He went upstairs with his glass of milk and sat on his bed. He pulled a book out from under his night stand and began to read.
He hadn't read in awhile actually. He has been so focused on his recovery and getting out of rehab to really do any good reading.
About 15 minutes later, when Niall is already burried in his book, there's a knock at the door. "Come in," Niall says, still reading.
The door opens and reveals Louis. "Hey love," Louis says with his delicate british accent.
"Hey Lou," Niall gives a warm smile and then continues back to his book.
"Watcha readin?" Louis walks over to him.
"Just a book, nothing special." Niall mumbles and Louis nods slightly.
"One more week until the tour starts, crazy huh?"
"Yeah it is, also crazy that you wanna look at my records from treatment without asking me to go through it with you," Niall said in a dull tone.
Louis was takin back. "Niall, I just care about you! I'm sorry I didn't include you. I just care about you."
"Well next time care about me enough to not go behind my back, thanks." Niall walked out of his room without another word. Niall ignored Louis' plea's and walked out the door.
Niall hated running away from his problems. But it was his only way to not show his weakness and hurt in front of people.
Well, unless it's Kayla, if someone would see him in his weakest moments, he'd rather it be Kayla. He doesn't know why. Maybe it's because if he doesn't in front of his other friends or Louis, he's afraid they will leave him.
But he doesn't have that fear with Kayla as much. He doesn't know why but he's greatful for that.
He is greatful to have Kayla as his friend. It's like she understands what goes through Niall's mind (sometimes at least).
Lost in his thoughts, Niall finally notices that he is a block away from Kayla's house. He must have been walking towards her house while he was lost in his thoughts.
He smiles and realizes that it must be the right place to go right now. God basically led him here without him even realizing or knowing.
I just hope she's home. She should be.
She always is,
right?