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Niall Horan has officially decided that life sucks, he hated his life. It wasn't due to the constant push from management for another album or the mean tweets on Twitter. It was because he missed his bandmates, he missed One Direction. The family-like bond the five had. He wanted his ex-bandmates to care for him like they use to. Niall wasn't the youngest of the band but he sure felt like it when they all treated him like the youngest. Harry once claimed that Niall was like a little brother to him, to Niall that didn't make any sense but he went with it. Now nobody besides, Niall, voluntarily talked in their group chat. The last text that was sent was by Niall, almost pleading for everyone to get together for his birthday. Nobody replied. That was a month ago.
So now, Niall was curled up on the couch nervously sucking his thumb. It was a horrible habit that he recently picked back up. The only people that even knew he sucked his thumb was his ex-bandmates. They helped break the habit and you could say it was pretty hilarious that because of the four of them he also started sucking his thumb again. A twenty-five-year-old man was sucking his thumb because it bought him comfort, how sad. This was Niall’s life now, without his brothers...