One Direction Sickfics + Hurt Imagines

24| Emotionally hurt (Niall)

Not sure how this one is gonna turn out, so hope you enjoy <3

Niall was feeling as if the world was weighing on his shoulders; literally. He'd sat most days confined by himself, pencil in hand, notebook open and naked, free of words and scribbles. Because, he had to write a good song, if he wanted to be a good artist, then he had to at least be able to write a decent song, right?

He felt under pressure, worried, overwhelmed and completely exhausted both mentally and physically. He was constantly thinking, constantly being reminded by this cloud of internal conflict that perhaps he wasn't good enough, not in the music industry anyways. He was scared and utterly terrified at the thought that he was letting his fans down, and then in turn, his bandmates also.

His feelings were enough to stress him out, and confuse him and enrage him. They were enough to break him. It was weird, because he absolutely loved music, so why was something he was so awfully passionate about bringing him down? It was nonchalant, his music to him, right now, was treating him carelessly. It was destroying him and exhausting him at all ends.

And so when Niall tiredly loitered into the living room where the rest of the boys sat, still in the same clothes as what the boys remembered to be from a couple days ago, hair messy and on the brink of becoming greasy, of course all of his friends were worried.

They'd barely seen Niall, except from the rare occasion where he'd slip out from his bedroom to go to the bathroom or grab a bite to eat. So they couldn't help but gape at him in his dilapidated state. "Are you okay?" Was all someone, Louis it was, could ask.

Niall didn't look it, not with his dull eyes, darkness laying beneath them. Not with his paling skin and day old clothes. Nonetheless, Niall nodded, not baring to talk, afraid that if he were to speak in what felt like would be the first time in a while, he'd sound awful, like nails scratching against a chalkboard.

But the boys knew him better than that, hell the whole world knew him better than that. He was not alright. It was obvious, so obvious that when Harry sent a message to Liam saying "he's not alright", Liam couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"How about we go out for a bit, even if it's just on the grass in the garden. Let's get out a bit." Zayn suggested, mainly speaking to Niall, considering the fact he'd most likely not got a breath of fresh air for a while. Everyone agreed, except Niall, who only shrugged his shoulders, no emotion on his face. He just felt empty, and as if he could cry for hours on end.

Well, being outside didn't seem to last too long. They'd opted on a game of football, and Niall didn't participate, feeling too tired to join in. "C'mon Niall." Zayn said, hoping that this would cheer his friend up. It didn't, it just caused him to be even more miserable. All he could think about was how useless he was, how he wasn't able to bring anything to the band. He felt broken to say the least. He could only explain what he was feeling as...broken, fragmented, torn, fragile. He hated it, he hated being fragile.

He was so engrossed in his negative thoughts,  that didn't even know the football was by his feet. "Niall are you playing or what?" Louis asked, throwing his arms up in what would usually be defeat. Niall nodded his head, barely kicking the ball to Harry who was going "Niall to me, to me." Even Harry's eagerness didn't bring a smile to Niall's face. "Mate. What's wrong?" Liam asked him, "nothing." Niall mumbled, he hated feeling like this; weak and incapable, almost as if he was like a small child. "Look, there is something obviously wrong, so just tell-"