One where they have a ton of work, so Niall gets a bit stressed out.

NIALL POV:
This week, instead of two concerts, we have five.

This has got me a bit stressed out, but I can handle... probably.

Anyways, it's Monday today, the day of our first concert of the week.

We have to leave in about two hours so I figure I have about an hour and a half for free time.

Great, more time to panic.

Sure, this concert, and the one tomorrow, will probably go great, but for the next ones will already be tired, so it might not go as well...

Açai, I decide I can just listen to music, until it's time to get ready.

But call me without realizing it, I fell asleep.

An Hour and Fourty-Five Minutes Later
NIALL POV:
"Niall! Wake up!" I hear.

I shoot up. I quietly check my watch.

Shit! We're leaving in fifteen minutes!

They must've turned off the music already, so I sit up.

"Sorry, I didn't realize I fell asleep," I say, worried, they'll yell at me.

"Just... don't let it happen again," Liam says.

"Ok, thanks for waking me..."

He just nods, and leaves the room.

I quickly get some clothes, and ask the boys if it looks ok. They make some comments, so I change.

I take a little while to find a new outfit. I realize that when Louis screams at me.

HURRY UP, NIALL!" he shouts.

I run out as soon as I hear it, but that doesn't really change anything.

"S-sorry," I say, but I get ignored.

We get into the car, Louis taking the front seat, of course.

As soon as we get there, we're rushed inside.

"Finally," the interviewer says, before breaking into a huge, fake, smile.

I don't really pay attention to the interview.

On the way back to the car, Lim starts talking to me.

"Are you ok Niall? You seemed a little... off during the interview."

"Uh, yea, just-" I start, but Louis cut me off.

"He's probably faking, to make up for waking up late and stuff," he says harshly.

"I-"

"Save it."

We get into the car and have a long, silent, ride home.

The Next Day
NIALL POV:
I wake u to Liam shaking me, again.

"Niall! You said this wouldn't happen again, and guess what. It happened again!"

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know how I forgot..."

He just scoffs and walks off.

I check the time. We have about fourty-five minutes until we leave.

I decide to skip breakfast, and take a shower.

LIAM POV:
I leave Niall's room, but stay outside for a second.

I hear him get out of bed, then into the shower.

Great, a perfect chance to talk to they boys.

"Guys, band meeting," I call from the kitchen.

They come in after a moment.

"Hey, where's Niall?" Harry asks.

"Th-That's what i wanted to talk about."

The boys just nod, signaling for me to keep going.

"Have you guys noticed anything wrong with him since we heard about all the extra concerts?"

They slowly nodded.

"I-I think... the stress might be getting to him," I say.

They nod, except Louis.

"Hey's probably just putting on an act to get our attention. He's fine," he says.

"But-" I start, but stop when Louis walks out.

I just sigh.

"Well, it's almost time to go anyways."

A Few Days Later
NIALL POV:
Today is the last concert for the week. And, I'm not sure it's going so great.

I'm stressed out, tired, and the boys are also kind of mad at me.

I think Liam might have noticed, but he hasn't said anything.

I guess I'll just have to get through it.

One Hour Before the Concert
NIALL POV:
I can't do this.

I know I'm stressed out, and tired, so why am I even performing?

It'll probably go horribly and the boys will hate me even more!

I want to ask for help, but the boys will turn me down, I just know it.

I sigh and get up.

I get ready and get into the car, a half hour before we have to leave.

Ten Minutes Later
NIALL POV:
I've been sitting here for about ten minutes, and I think I'm having a panic attack.

My breathing is quick, my heart is beating fast, and I'm pretty sure I'm shaking.

Then, Liam comes toward the car.

"Where were you!?" he shouts as soon as he gets in, "We were worried sick!"

Then, he sees my face.

"Niall?"

He comes closer to me.

"Niall, what's wrong?"

"P-p-panic attack," I stutter out.

He brings me into his arms.

"Niall, why are you having a panic attack?"

I just sit there.

He hugs me more, not bothering to tell the boys about anything.

After a few minutes, I can finally talk.

"I'm sorry," is the first thing I say.

"For what?"

"F-for wasting your time."

"You didn't waste my time. I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner."

I just nod.

"So, why are you having a panic attack?"

I shrug.

"I think, I think I was just a little stressed out from-from all the concerts."

"Aww, buddy, why didn't you tell us?"

"I-I thought you guys were mad at me..?"

"We're sorry for making you think that, we should've asked if you were ok, we did notice you were a little off."

I just shrug.

"Time to go!" Louis says, climbing into the car.

Then he also sees me.

"What-what's wrong with Niall?"

"He had a panic attack from all the stress from-from the extra concerts."

"Oh," is all he says.

He turns around and tells the other boys.

They all quietly get into the car, leaving Liam next to me.

"Do you still wanna do the concert?" he asks.

I slowly shake my head.

"Ok, I'll tell Paul and management," Louis quickly says.

We all know Louis will make sure that they get the message, so we leave him alone.

Liam takes me out of the car, lying onto the couch.

"We'll be back, okay? Try to get some rest."

I nod and easily fall asleep.

The next day, the boys all apologize for being kind of mean, and I forgive them. Louis also makes management promise they never put this many concerts into a week again, so this never, ever, happens again, to anyone.

Also, who likes the song, Stressed Out?

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