Directioner Forever: January 2013

Friday, 25 January 2013

Directioner Diaries: Chapter 2

Did you like the first chapter? Well, here's the continuation...

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“Liam?” I murmured, bowing my head. This time, I had been sitting on the chair Liam had sat on so many years ago, and Liam, he was sitting on the hospital bed. Liam looked up and smirked, “What’s up, Niall?”

“Well… I just wanted to know…”

I was getting tensed up. I didn’t know whether I wanted to know. What if he said no? Yet I wanted to know. Did he, or did he not, love me? I was in a dilemma. Ultimately, I shot him the question.

“Liam, do you…like me?”

“Like you? Hahas, Niall, I love you! You’re the best mate I’ve ever had!” he grinned, patting me on the shoulder. At that juncture, my heart melted. “Really?!” My mind blanked out, I couldn’t describe the relief I felt. I felt as if a huge burden had lifted off my shoulders.

“Why of course! Why wouldn’t anyone love a Niall?” he chucked, his eyes twinkled. My heart fluttered, I was delirious! I had confirmed it, Liam loved me! At that moment, I hugged Liam as tight as I ever could. I never wanted to let go.

Who knew, Zayn had been watching everything.

Two days later, Liam left the hospital. Zayn always watched Liam from afar. But he constantly avoided him too, Zayn started waking up later. And when he came for rehearsals, he usually had red puffy eyes. Everyone could notice.

Once we were finally alone backstage, I plucked up the courage to ask Zayn what was wrong. At that moment, Zayn shifted uncomfortably. “It’s… it’s nothing,” he looked away, “It’s just a cold.” I knew it wasn’t the cold. Zayn was one of the worst liars I had ever known.

“Zayn, I know something’s wrong!” I protested.

He looked like he was about to tell me something. Something important. He gulped. His shifty eyes told me he was hiding something. Out of the blue, he dashed out the door.

He never came back.

Niall, I’m so disappointed. The words shot me. How could you let him go off? Why didn’t you chase after him? Liam was very cross. Zayn was missing. The management was furious. Harry and Louis, they just stayed very quiet. Everyone gathered around the short glass coffee table.

Liam had been sitting across me. He leaned forward and shot me a million questions and I was too lost to answer a single one. Liam was reprimanding me. I had never felt so bad in my life.

“Why aren’t you saying anything guys?” Liam craned his neck to face Lou and Hazza. They just looked down. They were hiding something. But I guess Liam’s death stare got it out of them..

“Liam,” Harry blurted, he turned to meet my gaze but switched back, “Zayn left because…”

“He likes you, Liam, he loves you.” Lou completed.

Liam gasped. He buried his face in his hands.

Another burden.

First it was Danielle, now this. Liam couldn’t take it anymore. He had caused so many problems.

“We didn’t want you guys to know. That day me and Harry saw Zayn sitting at the edge of the hospital. He was about to jump Liam. He’s crazy about you.” Lou continued.

My heart crumbled.

Directioner Diaries: Chapter 1

Hey guys, decided to do a little fanfic. Includes shipping: Niam, Ziam and Larry.

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I used to have a friend. His name was Liam. Liam Payne.

He was the most perfect guy in the world, with his brown hair and almond colored eyes. His chequered shirts, his fear of spoons.

Especially his band mates. His awesome, world-shaking bandmates.

I kinda miss them. I kinda miss him.

Louis, Harry, Zayn… Oh yes, I miss them all. But I never missed them like I missed Liam. It’s been a decade since we broke away now. The day One Direction, the worlds’ most successful teenage boy band in the world, split. We went our separate ways. It was the headlines of every newspaper in the world. It trended over Twitter for so many days, so many months… I wanted so badly to respond to the tweets, but I knew.

It was over.

It had been just like any other day. I, Niall Horan, had been cruising down the hallway. I always had to pass by Liam’s apartment before I made it to the lift. He was usually there waiting at his door for me and we’d take the lift down together to meet the other boys. But strangely, today, and only today, he wasn’t there.

Liam had never NOT been there. He was the most punctual, most responsible man I’ve ever known. Even if he was calling in sick, he’d be sure to tell us the night before. Or at least, he told me.

I knocked frantically on the door, but there was only silence. Oh goodness, something must’ve happened! I thought, furiously banging on the door now. “LIAM!!!” I hollered, kicking at the door. Oh my oh my oh my, what if he passed out? Or he killed himself? Oh no oh no oh no, this could not be happening!

At that moment, Zayn stepped out from the lift. “Vas happenin’ Niall?” he said with his flashy smile. That was when he noticed how frenzied I was.

“What happened?”

“Liam, he, he… I’m worried he might have killed himself! Especially with the situation the past few days…” I replied, still knocking on the door desperately. Zayn and I both knew about what had happened to Liam for the past few days. We’ve been keeping it from Louis and Harry.

Two days ago, Liam had received a phone call. “Danielle… she’s... she’s dead.” Liam had told me in a very grave tone. Danielle had been kidnapped a few days ago and Liam had even received death threats to her several times. The kidnappers wanted a ransom for money but Liam couldn’t react according to the Management’s instructions. But that day, he had received a call from the police.

They said they had found her body.

Liam had been devastated. He immediately left the studio and has been blaming himself for her death. Even Peazer’s family members had been sending him emails about how terrible he was and that he “just needed to send money”. Directioners had been blaming him and sending him hurtful tweets, only aggravating the situation.

And today, Liam had hid in his room.

“Bust the door down, Niall!” Zayn ordered hurriedly. I did as I was told, soon after we dashed into Liam’s room. There he was, laying on his bed, covered in scars, blood flowing from his wrists. Liam’s eyeballs had rolled into it’s sockets, leaving his eyes bare white. Dried tear stains were still visible on his cheeks.

“Look,” Zayn picked Liam’s phone up, “It was really Danielle.” Up on Liam’s phone screen was the first picture he had taken with Danielle. It was definitely the stress that caught up with him.

“NO! Liam don’t go!” I exclaimed, as Zayn dialled for an ambulance. I grabbed Liam’s wrist with one hand, caressing his cheek with the other. “Liam… you can’t go…” Tears flowed down from my cheeks, dripping onto his already slit wrist. My only hope was that he still had a pulse.

But it was growing weaker by the second.

All this time, Zayn had also stared intently. I knew he was worried, but he could never have been as worried as I was. I looked as the blood which still oozed out from his arms. It just reminded me of when cut for bieber had been trending. The day someone, out of random, started a rumor that Justin had smoked weed.

“NIALL, don’t go!” I could hear Liam screaming my name. But it was too late. The cut had been so deep. I had been so upset. Justin, how could you do this to me? My vision had blurred, and my whole world became dark. But all the time, I could hear someone screaming my name…

“Niall… Niall… stay with me…”

By the time I awoke, I found myself in a hospital. Liam had been the only one in the room at that time. He sat on a chair, next to the bed, but he had dozed off, on my lap. I stared at him for about five minutes, he looked quite cute when he slept.

All of a sudden, he woke up startled. “Niall!” he screamed, coming towards me for a hug. “Niall! It was a hoax, it was just a rumor. Justin didn’t smoke weed!” he reassured me. At that moment, I smiled. Liam always cared so much for me. He always did. He was my bandmate. He was my friend. He was my brother.

At that moment, Zayn walked in. Me and Liam broke away from the hug, and I felt kind of irritated with Zayn. That hug could’ve lasted longer. I was kind of angry.

The rest of the time was quite awkward. Zayn just asked how I was and I only gave short answers. I wanted him to leave so badly. I was frustrated. But I should’ve noticed.

I should’ve noticed, I was the one who should’ve left.

Zayn was worried but he didn’t show it. He always pretended to be strong. He knew I was already very flustered and that would only aggravate the situation. Not long later, the ambulance finally arrived.

The truth was Zayn loved Liam as much as I did.

I should’ve noticed that, but I didn’t. I always took Liam for granted. I thought he loved me and only me. But he had so many other people to love, Danielle, his family, the boys, the directioners…

I wondered, did I ever exist in his heart?

Sunday, 20 January 2013

Competition Time!

Hey guys! It's competition time, who wants to get a chance to be Admin for a week? The best part is if we find you suitable, we might even make you permanently admin! So what are you waiting for, send an application to carmanchew@gmail.com today!

All you need in your application is:

Your email address
A short write up of not more than 200 words on why you should be admin
And attach 6 pictures
- 1 picture of each of the boys
- 1 group shot

The pictures need NOT be taken by you, although it would definitely be an advantage! So, yeah, submit your application today!

Friday, 11 January 2013

Happy Birthday Zayn!

On the 12th of January 1993, 10:00am at St. Luke’s Hospital, Bradford, West Lane Bowling UK, Zayn Malik was born. He is turning 20. AWWWWWW. Now lets see how he grew up.