How it all beganNiall P.O.V
"You're on in five..."
Boom! My heart beat faster as the excitement of the screaming fans pounded in my ears.
I looked around and found Zayn looking at himself in his mini mirror and let out a small chuckle as he turned to me and furrowed his eyebrows, probably confused to as why I was laughing.
My hands and palms became sweaty and I played around with my microphone, trying to calm myself down.
The thought of the huge crowd screaming and watching our movement made me panic a little.
What if I did something wrong or forgot the lyrics? What if I ended up making a mistake and singing the wrong song or messing up the lyrics or even worse, played other chords... Everybody would laugh at me and turn their attention to me.... All the stares and laughter would be directed towards me.
Zayn snapped his fingers and I looked at him.
"Babe. It's gonna be okay. Don't worry. You won't mess up. I believe in you. We do this all the time anyway and you always make it. Just remember to loosen up and have fun. If you have fun, the fans have fun. Okay babe? And if something goes wrong, I'll be by your side to help you babe. Okay?" He said comfortingly as he smiled lovingly and beautifully.
Before I could respond, the screams got louder and Harry sang the first verses of best song ever.
I took small and short deep breaths while looking out to the huge crowd that were screaming and crying, some almost about to pass out and others already were.
I really hope I didn't mess this up. It was our first concert of our where we are tour and I wanted everything to go smoothingly and perfect.
I was so into my thoughts and concentrated that I didn't realize the spotlight shone on me and the crowd was waiting for the rest of the song to be sung but stopped screaming and looked at me confused.
I could hear the loud music in the background and the shouts of my band mates, telling me to sing the rest of the song and go on but I couldn't. I was frozen to the spot. All those people, the nervousness.... It was too much.
"Niall baby, I'm right here." Zayn's soothing voice echoed in my head and I looked back to see him smiling and resting his head on my shoulder. "Now sing as if you were singing to me. Only me." He instructed and I nodded, my heart beat slowing down. "I said can I take you home with me. She said never in your wildest dreams." I sang loudly and zayn's eyes lit up like the beautiful Christmas lights that I always saw throughout December.
I smiled as he pecked my cheek and whispered in my ear.
"Good Boy, Nialler baby. Now just relax. I'm here, remember."
I brightly smiled and continued singing while Louis danced around and Harry rolled his eyes, singing but also holding Back the laughter that quietly escaped his lips.
Wow. We had already made it through six songs but I was already so exhausted and sweaty to the point where I needed to take a long and refreshing shower.
Zayn took a sip from his water bottle while watching me and my cheeks slightly reddened after he winked at me. I just hope nobody had noticed.
Yes. Zayn and me were together but nobody knew. Not even management. Only the boys knew and we all planned on keeping it a secret because zayn and I were scared of the reactions of not only Simon and our whole team but also our families and fans.
What if his family or mine didn't approve of our relationship? What if the fans or simon didn't approve? What if they separate us? I couldn't stand not being with my Zaynie Poo. Just the thought scares me and I could never make it without him.
He's the only one who knows how to calm me down when I'm nervous or I get an attack. He's the only one who knows how to make me smile and how to make me feel good. He's the only one who knows how to make fall asleep after having one of my frightening and terrifying nightmares. He's the only one who knows that I've always preferred my hair brown but kept it the way it was for the fans.
Zayn was the only one who knew everything and I mean everything about me.
I loved zayn so much and it was a shock when zayn had come up to me on the first of January 2013, at exactly one am, on my doorstep, to ask me out on a date.
I was the happiest and most luckiest guy in the entire world and had been delighted the whole and entire day, the wide smile never leaving my face.
After that date, Zayn and me kept going out and having fun. From eating fish on a small yacht that he had rented to wildly dancing and making out in a sweaty and hot club. We did everything together and the day he had asked me to be his was the best day of my life. I couldn't stop crying and hugging him tightly, never wanting to let him go because not only was I thrilled but also afraid and scared that he would leave me because I wasn't good enough for him.
To others I may be a celebrity but to me, I'm just a normal person, living my dream and experiencing normal, everyday, problems. Such as insecurities or embarrassing situations or trying to save as much money as possible.
Yes, I'm practically a millionaire but one day that money will be gone so I need to save and spend it wisely.
I shook my head and focused back on the concert. They had been singing all along without me and I didn't even notice. I ran a hand through my hair and listened carefully, trying to find out, on which part of what song we were.
"She told me in the morning, she don't feel the same about us in her bones."
Liam's voice rang through the entire stadium and many cries of fans could be heard.
"Seems to me that when I die, these words will be written on my stone." As he finished his part of the song, a loud gunshot sounded in my ears and screams erupted from the crowd. But not the happy screams, the terrified screams.
I looked around and saw Liam lying on the ground, in the pool of his own blood.
My eyes widened and I was shocked. Why was Liam bleeding? Why was my best friend hurt? Tears formed and I screamed his name loudly while one of the bodyguards shielded me and took me away from the stage.
"LIAM!" I cried out as fat and big tears rolled down my cheeks.
Liam tilted his head to me and opened his eyes.
I gasped at the sight before me.
Liam was smiling, he was actually smiling. There were tears in his eyes but he was smiling. Why was he smiling? How could he be smiling? He was dying! Why was he so happy?
Anger took over the sadness and pain I was feeling and I clenched my fists, watching him look at Harry and the rest, smiling the same old smile he hadn't had on his pale face for a while.
Liam looked back at me and smiled even wider but I couldn't understand.... Why was Liam smiling? Why? He chuckled at the confused expression on my face and slowly but tiredly closed his eyes, the color fading away from his entire body and his lifeless body getting covered in more blood as it didn't stop oozing out.
I shook uncontrollably and cried loudly, tears wetting whoever's shirt it was. Liam... My best friend... The only one who understood the pain I was feeling when zayn and me fought and who was always there to hug me when zayn hurt me... Liam.... The guy who held us together. The one who drove us home when we were drunk. The one who took care of us when we were sick or hurt. Liam... Our best friend.... He.... He was gone.
The bodyguard held me tighter but I punched him weakly and he let go of me.
I dropped to the ground and he tried grabbing me again but I ran, as fast as I could, to Liam. I couldn't let him die. I couldn't.
"LIAM!!" I ran and slipped, falling on his chest and crying even more as he never reacted. He just laid there, eyes shut, a smile still left on his face and blood everywhere. "LIAM!!!" I shouted louder, trying to waken him up, trying to make him open his eyes and smile at me. "Liam..." I whispered, knowing he was never coming back. I cried, gripping onto his shirt.
This couldn't be happening. Our LiLi couldn't be gone. This had to be a nightmare. Yeah, a nightmare. Just a stupid nightmare and I would wake up soon to see Liam still laughing at Harry and Louis wrestling in this bus.
I closed my eyes and pinched myself, trying to wake up but It didn't work.
I cried harder and screamed. "Why god? Why did you do this? Why did you take away my best friend away from me? Why did you let Liam die? WHY DIDNT YOU SAVE HIM?" I cried and banged my head on the stage floor.
Our Daddy Directioner.... was.... Dead. Forever.