"Boys, you're on in ten!"
"Liam?" I sighed.
"Can I sit next to you?"
The five of us walked on stage, sitting on the couch. Liam sat down on one side of the couch, Zayn on the other. As I started sitting next to Liam, Harry dashed over, sitting between us. Liam, Harry, me, Louis, Zayn. Why was Harry sitting between me and Liam? I leaned over, looking at Liam, who just shrugged. I shrugged back, leaning into the couch, crossing my legs.
"Let's start off with an easy question." The interviewer said. "Who are you?"
"Niall." I grinned.
"And we're One Direction." We said together.
"Who has girlfriends?"
Everyone raised their hand, except me. When did Harry get a girlfriend?
"Niall is the only single one?"
Liam looked at me sadly, reaching over, across Harry, patting my knee for comfort. Harry softly growled, shoving Liams hand off.
"So how's the relationship going, and who's it with?"
"Danielle, and it's wonderful." Liam started.
"Taylor Swift, and it's perfect." Harry said, dreamily.
After that, I stopped listening. He's dating Taylor, saying it's perfect. Then why did he seem jealous when Liam touched me?
"What?!" I snapped, looking at Harry.
"He asked you a question..." He shrunk back into the couch.
I sighed, looking at the interviewer. "Sorry, what was the question?"
"What does it feel like being the only single guy in the group? Do you love someone?"
I sighed again. "Yeah, I like someone. Nothing will happen though. They're dating someone else." And straight. "Um... The feeling of being the only single guy, is like being the only Irish one, you get used to it, except it's harder when they have their girlfriends over. But I still have my food!" I grinned.
"Alright, well that's the end of the interview. Thank you, One Direction, for being here."
"Thank you for having us." I said, standing up. I walked off stage, only to be pulled into a hug by Liam. I hugged back, hiding my face in his shoulders, letting the tears fall.
"Sh... Ni, it's going to be okay..."
I shook my head, sighing. Wiping away the tears, I let go of him. I sadly smiled, walking out to the van, hopping in the back. Honestly, I hate being the only single, and gay, one. It makes me think that I'm not good enough for anyone. Am I ugly? Fat? Is something wrong with my personality?
"Nialler, are you okay? You're crying."
I looked to my right to see a blurry Harry with a worried expression on his face.
"I'm fine, Haz." I mumbled, looking out the window again.
"We're talking later."
"Whatever." I sighed, laying my head on the window, slowly closing my eyes and falling asleep.