“The End” – 1D One Shot
The crowd fell silent as the final notes of the song ended and they realized what had come. The boys stepped forward, seeking comfort in one another’s faces, as they faced what they all knew to be the hardest thing they would ever have to do.
Niall stepped forward first, dressed in his signature red polo and brown pants, it was easy to remember the once eighteen year old boy who had first stood on that stage, hands shaking as he prepared to start their first ever tour. He took a moment to take it in, hands in his pockets as he simply looked out into the crowd and noticed the odd silence that surrounded them. He shook his head, taking it all in, and it was in that moment that he truly did look like a twenty four year old, his expression pained as he raised the microphone to his lips.
“I just want to say thank you,” he said, the words marred in his Irish accent, “For all that you have done. You truly have been the best fans in the entire world, and we couldn’t have asked for more.”
His hands shook as he took a moment to remember all that had happened in the past few years. The twitcams, the tours, the awards, the fans…everything came rushing back to him in that moment and he was unable to stop the break in his voice as he continued speaking. “You will never know how much we love you, and how much of our success we owe to all of you. You gave us reason to wake up in the morning, and you made our lives unforgettable. I-we love you all, and we will never be able to thank you enough for the impact you have had on our life.”
A tear rolled down his cheek, as he took a step back towards the other boys, Liam giving him a pat on the shoulder as he put his head in his hands, his heart breaking at the sounds of the sniffles of the fans in the audience.
Harry stepped forward next, nervously flipping his hair and adjusting his blazer as he looked out over the crowd. The tear stricken faces of the audience looking back at him; he cleared his throat and went to sit on the front of the stage. His legs dangling over the edge, he put his hands together nervously, and brought the microphone close to his ashen face.
“You were there for us when no one else was,” He murmured, staring out at the faces of the people he had come to know and love in so many different ways. “You stayed with us through the good, and the bad, even when there were times when you probably shouldn’t have. You taught us so much, from how to block objects thrown at you on stage to knowing how to deal with hate, and how to become stronger people,” he said with a wry smile.
“You showed us what it is to love, and you taught us the true definition of passion and dedication. You offered us a second family, and gave us the experiences of a lifetime.” Harry said, unable to hold back the tears any longer, letting them roll down his cheeks and past his always present dimples. “You transformed us from immature young boys, into mature independent men, and we mean it when we say that we can’t thank you enough for this.” The spotlight hitting the last remains of his curls as he finished his speech, hauling his feet back up onto the stage to join his four brothers.
It took a moment for the other boys to realize Harry was done, each one of them lost in the memories of the past few years, reminiscing as to all that had happened. Finally Zayn stepped forward, the usual swagger in his step gone as he surveyed the crowd, moving to sit in the middle of the stage; legs crossed over one another and hands in his lap as he began to speak.
“You have no idea how blessed you are until you no longer have it,” he began, his thick Pakistani-British accent putting his own touch on the words. “And this is something I think we all have begun to understood,” he said. “The dedication we have seen over the years is nothing short of incredible, and I think the boys will agree with me when I say that we are just as dedicated and thankful to you guys as you are to us. The websites, the blogs, the twitter accounts, the posters, everything…we honestly couldn’t have asked for more. You all were our rock over the past few years, and although you may not know it, we cherish each and every one of you.”
Zayn took a deep breath in as he looked out at the crowd, his long lashes wet as he stood up and went back to stand his best friends.
Louis then continued without missing a beat, the mischievous grin on his face mysteriously gone as he took small steps to the front of the stage. His eyes holding an ocean of water as he continued the goodbye’s with a small voice, unusual to the tone he normally had. “The boys are right about everything, about how we owe everything to you, how much we love you, and how much you all mean to us. I honestly can’t say it any better than they have, but I do want to share a story with you from a few years ago.”
He took a moment to compose his thoughts, just staring out at the crowd in disbelief of how far they had come before he continued speaking. “It was at a singing here in the UK, when we first met a fan named Ella. She was thirteen years old at the time, and had been able to meet us through the Wish Foundation, a foundation which grants kids in critical health wishes which they then work to make happen. She had leukemia, and had been battling for it about five years, and we were able to see even then, she was at the end of a long battle with it. We had the privilege of talking to her, and even in the short half hour conversation with her, we could see the passion and love in her eyes that she had for the band. She told us she represented the fandom as a whole as she recounted stories of fan experiences and adventures online, and I think it was then in those moments that we truly begin to appreciate all of you and your dedication. Unfortunately, Ella passed away two months later, but it was through her that we really began to understand your passion and love,” Louis said, the tears spilling out of his eyes as he reminisced about the experience. “So thank you so much and I hope that through that story, you begin to understand how much we love you all.”
He then took his place back with the other boys, wiping his eyes on his striped shirt as he motioned for Liam to continue with the thank yous.
The spotlight hit Liam perfectly as he walked to the edge of the stage, his brown hair glistening in the light. “The boys said it better than anyone could,” he whispered, not even bothering to hide the tears rolling down his cheeks. “You all have been such a large part of our lives, and we really do mean it when we say we owe the world to you. Ella is only one of many examples of the times we have been overwhelmed with your support and we never fail to be surprised and impressed by you all. You all have been a massive part in our lives and have gone through every single experience we ha-“ Liam was unable to continue at this point, the emotions simply overpowering him as simply mouthed the words thank you as he joined the other boys, whom then all moved side stage to watch the short film that was starting to play.
The film went through all of their X Factor auditions, from Harry’s ‘Isn’t She Lovely’ to Louis’ ‘Hey There Delilah’. The long, scraggly hair and absurd fashion brought a smile to their faces as they looked on from side stage, arms around each other as the tears flowed freely. The film went on to the moment they were formed as a band, the X Factor Finale, the first time WMYB was played on radio, their first BRIT, the UAN tour, the iCarly episode, the Queen’s Jubilee, the TMH album release…Everything was documented in a mere five minutes. The boys took one last look at each other before stepping back on stage, the sniffles of fans echoing around them as they held each other close, each face as sodden and tear soaked as the next.
They stepped onstage with small, sad steps, microphones held loosely at their strides as they prepared to conclude the experience at hand. They all looked at each other and nodded, the arena echoing with the first notes of ‘Forever Young’.
“I wanna be forever young”
The boys sang along with the audience, at this point crying just as hard as they were, finding it hard to come out with any sound. The stage unusually free of movement, the boys just standing next to one another, trying their best to keep it together and failing miserably.
As the last notes of the song faded away, the arena fell in a strange silence, knowing what was to come but not at all prepared for it.
Finally, the boys all awakened from their thoughts, looking at each other and nodding, the tears streaking down their face and their arms still around each other as they said in unison “Hi. We were One Direction.”
They then came together for one last group hug, none of them wanting to ever let go, as they tried desperately to hold onto the remains of their teenage years. The UAN tour outfits looking out of place on their bodies as they emerged from the hug much older than they had come into it.
Harry was the first to leave the stage, wiping his eyes on his sleeve as he turned to wave goodbye at his four brothers, before blowing a kiss at the audience. The remains of his curls bounced as he ran through the stage door and disappeared from the group forever.
Zayn was next, simply giving the remaining boys a nod which held a thousand words and mouthing a thank you at the crowd. His black hair shimmering in the spotlight as he took small steps towards the door which led to the rest of his life, his life apart from One Direction.
Liam seemed unable to move. Simply standing there with the remains of the broken band, staring into the crowd as he searched for the power to begin the rest of his life. His brown eyes drowning in tears as he finally found it, patting the shoulders of the two other boys on stage, before turning and walking with his head down towards the back of the stage, where he disappeared to begin a new chapter.
Finally it was Louis’ turn; it was the moment he had dreaded. He had thought he was Peter Pan, but apparently growing up is inevitable. Memories ran through his mind, as he pictured life without the boys. He couldn’t. But there was nothing for him here anymore, and after many moments of standing beside his Irish brother, he simply sighed and murmured “So this it.” Only loud enough for Niall to hear. But those three simple words said more than anything, and Niall understood better than anyone else could. Niall squeezed Louis’ shoulder, and then it was only him left sitting there in the wake of the bright lights that shined down on him.
It had always been hard for Niall to imagine the band breaking up, and that didn’t change, as he sat there with his feet dangling off the edge of the amplifier he was sitting on. The band had been his life, his childhood, and those boys had meant more to him than anyone else in the world. He sat there for a few minutes, gazing out into the silent crowd of tear stricken faces.
“I just wanna be forever young.” He whispered into the mic, his voice breaking as faced life sans 1D. His short legs unable to touch the ground, he perfectly played the baby of the band, as he always had. He knew he had to move on, to a life apart from the band, but now that it was here it seemed impossible. But it was then in that moment, as he looked out into the crowd of devastated faces, that he knew he had to move on, not only for himself, but for them, the fans, as well.
He got up off the amplifier, tears soaking his polo, as he performed his signature jump for the crowd one last time, and ran off the stage before they could see the pain that lay in his eyes.
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"it was the shock of people struggling to get water and watching people work 12 hours a day for little money." -Niall
First attempt on an audio read.
Have you ever been so in love, so in love with that one person, that they were your only reason to live? But you knew they didn’t love you, but as long as they were with you, you would be okay? That one person who can change your life with every breath they take? What happens when that one person is gone?
Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, waiting to see Harry one last time.
“Hey Harry,” she said with a fake smile plastered on her face. “Hey Sarah,” he said plainly. “I don’t think we’re working, so I’ll pick up my stuff later yeah?” he said a bit harshly. She wasn’t surprised. She just nodded.
As soon as he left, she began on her farewell letter.
By time you get this, you will have found me and wonder why I did this. Well, I did this because I have nothing to live for, you were my reason, but now you aren’t mine anymore. I no longer have a reason. Nobody cares about me. I’m not even sure if you did, but thanks for acting like it anyway. I just wanted to say thank you for all the times you made me feel beautiful, even if I was far from it. I want to say thank you for caring. Just thank you for everything. I want you to tell everyone that I love them and always will. Tell them I’ll be there everyday with them no matter what.
She folded the paper neatly and set it next to her. She grabbed as many bottles of medication as she could. “This one is for my mom,” she whispered and swallowed it. “This is for my dad.” The list went on and on, from her family members, to the boys. And her final pill was dedicated to Harry.
Harry walked in with his suitcase and saw her swallow her last pill.
“Sarah?” he whispered. He called an ambulance and dropped to his knees beside her. “You can’t do this! I love you!” Harry yelled at her weak body. “I love you too Styles’,” she whispered and fell under a never-ending sleep.
Hey Sarah. It’s been a year since you left the world, since you left me. Everyday is a struggle without you. I wonder why I let you go. If I didn’t, you would still be here next to me, not under ground, buried in dirt, but I did let you go. I just don’t know Sarah, everyone loved you! And you just abandoned them! You just left them! Most importantly, you left me. I had to go to rehab for trying to drink my problems away. I’ve been hospitalized too many times to count for self-mutilation. I went through the pain I put you through. The pain of being alone, the pain of harming yourself, the pain of feeling like nobody cares about you. Now that I know what I put you through, I can’t live with my self.
I don’t know how I was your reason to live. I was so harsh, so unforgivable. You must have loved me a lot. I just wish you were still alive so I can pay you back for all the times I’ve treated you wrong. I just wish you were still here, with me, because I began to realize, you are my reason to live.
Now I’m sitting at your grave, with a bottle of pills next to me and a neatly written letter to all my loved one. I’ll see you soon Sarah.
“Hello?” the operator spoke.
“I can’t live anymore,” he spoke into the receiver.
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