Imagine:
Niall crying into your bed.
"Niall, it's going to be okay." You try to soothe him. He lifts his head and glares at you.
"No it's not! They hate me! I'm not as talented as the other boys. They will hate the album because it's not like the others!" He cries as you pull him into your arms. Tears start to leak out of your eyes as well.
"Baby... Your fans love you. Who cares if your music style is different than Harry's or Liam's or Louis'. Your music makes you you. Don't ever say that you're not talented. You are the most talented man I've ever met. I'm so proud of you Niall." You fuss quietly and cuddle him.
"I want to be the little spoon tonight." He whimpers. You slightly smile.
"Of course baby." You whisper.