Niall's POV/ Third Person's POV

"Boys?" No response.

Where are they, I don't hear any noises indicating the presence of anyone here. I slipped out of the bed and made my way downstairs. Like I expected, no one was home. That's odd, they never go anywhere without leaving a note or telling me. I looked around in search of a note, but I found nothing. I picked up my phone and decided to just call them.

"Hello? Harry?"

"Yes, who's this?" Okay is he being serious, he doesn't recognize my voice?

"It's me Niall." I replied nonetheless.

"Oh yeah what do you want?" He sounded annoyed, what's going on with him- them.

"Nothing, I just woke up and didn't find you guys, I was worried."

"We're fine, you didn't have to call." He replied coldly.

"Harry is everything alright, did I do anything wrong?" I asked hesitantly.

"I think the wrong here is your existence." Ouch. Okay that really hurt, this was so out of character, especially from Harry, the sweetest one out of us all. He clicked the end button and I was left with the repetitive beeping noise.

I hugged my legs to myself, trying to be as tiny as possible. What did I do? Why is Harry treating me like that? Was it him only or the rest of the boys as well?

My question was answered when I heard the front door open and they all came in. Usually, Zayn would come running towards me and jump onto my lap, but they all just walked into the kitchen without sparing me as much as a glance.

I quickly stood up and followed them into the kitchen, planning on questioning their weird but hurtful treatment towards me.

"Hi boys." They all stopped, looked at me and rolled their eyes in sync. Something serious was going on, they were never mad at me like that.

"Okay, can you please tell me what did I do, and why are you all suddenly so cold towards me?" I asked them, my tone urgent but desperate as well.

"Fuck off Niall, we don't have time for you." I was surprised that these venomous words that were spat straight through my heart came out of Louis's mouth. He was the last person whom I thought would be mad at me for some unknown reason.

"I... Okay, I'll leave." I choked out quickly before turning around and running off to the rooftop of the house, a couple of sobs managing to escape my lips before I disappear completely out of sight.

"Lads, don't you think you were a bit harsh?" Zayn asked biting his bottom lip as he looked towards the direction Niall took off to.

"He's a big boy, he'll get over it." Liam spat. "Now who wants some food?" Louis cheered and Harry laughed at Louis's antics. Zayn felt horrible.

Niall didn't come down for lunch like he usually does, nor dinner really.

"Niall are you fucking done yet, we have to be there early you know." Harry screamed harshly.

"I'm coming." I said walking down the stairs to see them all waiting for me. The reason to my lateness was my lack of sleep because I stayed up all night yesterday, and I eventually managed to cry myself to sleep.

"Please don't tell me you're going to do the interview looking like that." I looked down at my outfit to see that it was nothing out of the ordinary. They always say that my clothes suit me and that I look hot, or sexy to Harry. What was this about now?

"What's wrong with my outfit?" I asked them, my voice tight with pent up emotions, but I couldn't cry, not right now.

"It's not just your outfit, you look hideous. Do something about yourself. God the fans are right, you are the worst out of us all." Louis sneered. It felt like bullets, they were all aimed at my heart, why was Louis saying such things to me. They all knew I was insecure. I only recently gained some confidence, but that all went down the drain after these words.

"I- I'll change when we go there, I'm sorry I look ugly." I lowered my head in shame, but spared a brief glance to look at them all. I think I saw slight guilt in all of their mesmerizing orbs, but that couldn't be true, or it's just not towards me.

I was the first one out of the door and I quickly jumped into the back seat of the car as I wiped at my eyes furiously. I refuse to cry in front of them, I didn't want to look even more pathetic in their eyes. I plugged in my headphones to my iPhone and put my songs on shuffle, I wanted to tune them all out.

Thirty minutes later, we reached our destination. I waited for them to get out of the car, and watched as they bickered and laughed together, leaving me to walk alone behind them. There were a few fans around and we waved to them as we walked. One of them walked closer to me and asked for a picture, I immediately complied because I loved pleasing all of our fans whenever I can.

"Listen up fag. I think that One Direction would be much better off without you, and I believe many fans would agree with me on this and I'm sure you know this. So just drop out or go fucking kill yourself. Wow, I look better than you do fag." I nodded my head and gave her a sad smile as tears filled my eyes. I turned around to continue walking to the building, when I saw them all looking at my brief, but oh so wounding, interaction with this girl.

Harry, Liam, Louis, and Zayn watched suspiciously as the girl whispered something into Niall's ears. They were all shocked to see Niall's eyes water and a sad smile form on his face. What did that girl tell him? They abruptly turned around and continued walking when Niall came back though, none of them asked him about that bizarre incident.

More days passed with the boys' new found treatment worsening. Niall lost a lot of weight. His figure looked tinier than before, and his face was sullen and lifeless. He didn't find food appealing anymore and he didn't have the appetite for it.

Yet, he knew his, hopefully still, boyfriends did. He was preparing them some food with one earphone in his ear, lost in his thoughts.

"Niall?" I jumped at that and turned around so fast, momentarily forgetting about the dirtied spatula in my hand, making all the bits of food on it fly at Liam's shirt.

"I- I am so sorry Liam." I apologized, fear filling my body at the raged look in his eyes.

"Fuck! You are so fucking retarded Niall, can't you do anything right? Look at the mess you've made. This costs money you know, and unlike you I like to appreciate the things I have. You are so goddamn annoying. No one fucking wants you here anymore!" Liam roared. It seems like the rest of them came down to the sound of Liam's screaming. Surprisingly, they all looked appalled at Liam's outburst, even Liam himself. It was too late now, I finally know how they feel. They don't want me there anymore, but I understand them. I'm not that awesome, well at least I'm nothing compared to their perfection.

Tears streamed down my face as I turned around to go to my only safe haven in this house, the rooftop. Instead of sitting like I usually do, I stood at the edge. I wondered how would it feel like to take one more step forward, how would it feel like to fall. It didn't look that hard just one step and it would relieve me from all of this.

All the way downstairs, Zayn was fuming.

"What the fuck Liam?! You guys have taken this too far. Can't you see that you're ruining him! Look at him! He's become so tiny, it would take one push for him to completely fall apart!" Zayn exclaimed at the now quiet Liam, Louis, and Harry. He turned around to go and check up on Niall.

I took one tiny step forward, and now I was at the tip of the roof. Not eating for a long time eventually took it's toll on me. It felt like the world was spinning and I lost my balance. I felt myself falling and I heard a frantic scream of no, it sounded like Zayn. I held onto that metal thing that stuck out of the wall, it didn't look so strong though. Seconds later I felt a hand grab my own and I looked up to see Zayn's eyes welled up with tears.

"Louis! Harry! Liam! Help me!" Zayn screamed at the top of his lungs, trying hard not to let Niall go, it was so hard though.

They heard Zayn's scream and they were up and alert in a blink of an eye, making their way as fast as the three of them could to where Zayn's voice was coming from. They found themselves on the roof with the horrifying sight of Zayn sobbing and holding Niall's arm with a desperate look on his face as he looked down at the blonde headed boy who was literally hanging by a thread, well in this case, a weak metal pole.

They ran to Zayn's aid and hauled Niall up and back on solid ground. He landed onto Zayn's lap, quickly buried his face in the crook of his neck, and started sobbing loudly.

The reality of the situation slapped them all in the face. Harry was crying, Louis was hugging Niall and whispering 'I'm sorry' repeatedly, while Liam felt like shit. He did that, he pushed him over the edge.

"Niall baby we're so sorry, I'm so sorry. I wasn't supposed to say that at all. I'm sorry I'm so sorry. We'll do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness Niall." Liam said sincerely as he grabbed Niall's now bony hand and placed a gentle kiss to his palm.

"Just love me, please don't stop loving me." He whispered brokenly.

A/N~~~~~~~~~

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