Left alone to cry

The boys were living the dream. What happens now when the boys find out that one of their band members is missing? You'll have to read the story to find out.

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1. Its over

Niall's pov:

"Niall, I'm so sorry but you have to quit the band." The concert had just ended up and Marco, the manger, took me to a corner back stage where no one can see or hear us. At first I'm sure it's a joke. It can't be real come on. I laugh and reply: "Really funny, no seriously what did you want to tell me?" Marco stares into my eyes for a long time, Not saying anything.

 

I frown waiting for his answer.  "Niall you don't seem to get it. You have to quit One Direction." It's just like  a rock falling down in my stomach. I feel my cheeks burn and my knees getting weak. Did  I really hear that?  "Your kidding right?" I whisper feeling my heart pumping into my chest. "I'm serious, Niall." He tells me with a grave look on his face. "It's been a long time we're thinking you're nor reflecting the image of the group.

Your voice and your appearance are not good enough. Plus, the fans seem more attracted over the other boys more  than you. We think One Direction would be better with out you. You don't have your place in the celebrity world." Three or four knives directly pierce my back. How dare they? I worked so hard on my voice since the X- Factor I've been through all ,"my insecurities, I finally love , for me and now they tell me I'm not good enough.

After all my efforts, nothing pays off. "B- but..." is all I can say. "There's no but, Niall. I have you belongings and your guitar." Marco say's putting them in my hands." I want you to  leave right now. A cab is waiting for you outside; you'll start a new life." Everything is going so fast. I don't want to leave the band! Absolutely not for theis reasons!

 

I love what I'm doing so much and the  met doing this! I don't want it to be taken away like this. The fans tours, albums... The boys. "Can I say good by to the boys?" I asked my voice shaking under my sadness. " Sadly you can't. They're not aware you're leaving the band. Someone els will take your place. Stay away from them. They'll be upset and disturbed; they won't preform as good as we want them to.

If someone ask you why you left you tell them, You decided to quit the band  because you couldn't handle being famous and you got sick of Harry, Liam, Louis, and Zayn. You'll have to change your look too; I don't want Medias to recognize you. Understood?" "I..." "Come on, shoo! Your new life if waiting for you!" Marco pushes me discretely to the exit door. At the same I hear the fans still in the crowed screaming s their lungs out. The tears start falling by them selves on my cheeks. I'm not ready to say good by to all of this.

We're finally at the exit door and I look behind me one last time. I can see from the corner of my eye Harry, Liam, Louis, and Zayn, all four of talking and laughing  together ,not realizing I'll never see tem again. I'd like to scream, yell , so the boys could save me, they could convince the management to let me stay... but I can't  do anything. I'm to weak. I start sobbing when the manger opens the exit door and pushes me out.

 

"Have an amazing life." He only says waving his hand at me and auto matically closing the door behind him. Everything is dark. I can't hear a thing, I can't see anything. I am distraught. My life just literally slipped through my fingers. I lost it all at ounce. Four of my best mates, I won't be able to see them again, because I'm not good enough to e where they are. I could've fight to stay, but that would've been pointless.

 

They're probably right, I'm not good enough, and I'll never be. Someday better then  me will take my place... My thoughts is tight and my hearts so big into my chest. The trembling of my body joins my tears and sobs I show my back to the door and see the cab. I look down, sniff, and get in the vehicle.

It drives off and drives for a long time. I lie down on the back seat and leaning on my guitar, I cry. I cry for so long that I don't even remember when I whipped away the last tear.

 

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