One direction/ 5 seconds of summer one-shots

The evils of management (Nialls Knee)

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During the height of One Direction's fame, Niall Horan was living his dream. The stadiums were packed with adoring fans, the stage was his playground, and the music flowed effortlessly from his fingertips. But beneath the surface of the glitz and glamour, there lurked a shadow – a shadow that would soon threaten to shatter his world.

It started innocently enough, a twinge in his knee that he brushed off as nothing more than fatigue from the rigorous tour schedule. But as the days turned into weeks, the pain only worsened, until it became a constant companion, a nagging reminder of his vulnerability.

The others noticed his struggle, their concern etched on their faces as they watched him grit his teeth through rehearsals and performances. Harry, Louis, Liam, and Zayn offered words of encouragement, but Niall could see the worry in their eyes – worry that mirrored his own fears.

But Niall refused to let his injury defeat him. He soldiered on, masking his pain behind a smile and a quick joke, determined not to be the one to let his bandmates down. But deep down, he knew that something had to give – that he couldn't continue like this forever.

And then, one fateful day, it happened – the moment that would change everything. During a high-energy performance, Niall's knee gave out, buckling beneath him as he stumbled and fell to the stage floor. The pain was excruciating, a white-hot agony that stole his breath away.

The crowd gasped in horror as Niall lay crumpled on the stage, his bandmates rushing to his side in a blur of panicked motion. Paramedics were called, and Niall was whisked away to the nearest hospital, the screams of worried fans echoing in his ears.

The diagnosis was grim – a torn ligament that would require surgery and months of grueling rehabilitation to fully heal. Niall's world came crashing down around him as he faced the prospect of being sidelined from the thing he loved most – performing with his brothers.

But amidst the despair, there was a glimmer of hope – the unwavering support of his bandmates, who rallied around him with words of encouragement and acts of kindness. They visited him in the hospital, bringing laughter and light to the darkness of his recovery.

Yet, amidst this support, there was another force at play – the dark influence of Management. They saw Niall's injury as a threat to the band's success, a hindrance to their carefully laid plans. And so, they took matters into their own hands, supplying Niall with Vicodin to numb the pain and forcing him to perform despite his injuries.

The pills became Niall's crutch, easing his physical pain and numbing the emotional turmoil that threatened to overwhelm him. At first, he didn't question where they came from, too grateful for the temporary relief they provided.

But soon, Niall found himself relying on the pills more and more, unable to cope with the agony of his injury and the uncertainty of his future. His bandmates grew concerned, noticing the telltale signs of addiction – the erratic behavior, the mood swings, the hollow look in his eyes.

"We need to talk, Niall," Liam said gently, pulling him aside one day after a rehearsal. "We're worried about you, mate. This isn't healthy."

Niall bristled at the accusation, his defenses rising in a desperate attempt to protect his secret. "You don't understand," he snapped, his voice tinged with anger. "You don't know what it's like to be in pain every single day, to not know if you'll ever be able to perform again."

But Liam refused to back down, his concern outweighing his fear of Niall's reaction. "We may not understand completely, but we're here for you, Niall," he insisted. "We're your brothers, and we'll do whatever it takes to help you through this."

But Niall wasn't ready to face the truth, his pride wounded by the implication that he couldn't handle his own problems. With a final, defiant glare, he stormed out of the room, leaving his bandmates behind in a cloud of confusion and worry.

And then, tragedy almost struck. Alone in his hotel room, Niall succumbed to the temptation of the pills, swallowing them by the handful in a desperate bid to escape the pain. But as the drugs took hold, his breathing slowed, his heartbeat faltered, until finally, it stopped altogether.

Just in the nick of time, his bandmates, alerted by their intuition, burst into the room, finding Niall unconscious on the floor. Without a moment's hesitation, they sprang into action, calling for help and performing CPR until the paramedics arrived.

As Niall was rushed to the hospital once again, his bandmates clung to hope, his bandmates clung to hope, their hearts heavy with worry and fear. But amidst the chaos and confusion, a realization began to dawn on them – Niall's addiction was not just a product of his own struggles, but a result of the toxic influence of Management.

In the days that followed, as Niall slowly regained consciousness, the truth came to light. Through tear-filled confessions and whispered conversations, he revealed the extent of Management's manipulation – how they had supplied him with Vicodin, forcing him to perform through his injuries, and then turning a blind eye to his downward spiral into addiction.

The revelation left his bandmates seething with anger, their fists clenched in fury as they confronted Management with accusations of betrayal and negligence. But Management was unrepentant, their voices dripping with scorn as they dismissed Niall's accusations as baseless lies.

"You have no proof," they sneered, their eyes cold and calculating. "And even if you did, who do you think they'll believe? A bunch of pop stars or the people who made you famous?"

But the boys refused to back down, their loyalty to Niall outweighing their fear of reprisal. "We stand by our brother," Liam declared, his voice firm with conviction. "And if that means standing up to you, then so be it."

And so, in a show of solidarity, they banded together, shielding Niall from Management's wrath and vowing to fight for justice on his behalf. It was a battle they knew they might not win, but one they were willing to fight nonetheless – for Niall, for themselves, and for the truth.