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Niall hurt- for onedirection_niall2

"Come on Louis, just do it!" Liam yelled, punching the air with his fists in excitement.
"Go! Go!Go!" I chanted just as loudly. It was hard not to be pumped with the amount of people we were about to perform in front of. I couldn't be blamed for being hyper, in the end it would only maker the show more entertaining anyway.

Fingertips on the ceiling to keep his balance Louis paused and shifted his feet a tad further apart.
"Do it!" Harry jumped up and down behind his phone camera.

Louis bounced a few times on the arm of the couch he was stood on top of and then we all let out a loud cheer of anticipation and shock as he vaulted himself backwards and completed a full backflip before landing awkwardly on both feet on the ground, tumbling to one side with a triumphant yell.

"Ay!" We all cheered, clapping his back.

Harry climbed up to try but he was too tall and even with our minds stoned by excitement we all that it could only end badly, Liam told him to jump down before he hurt himself and ushered me up onto the couch instead.
"It's easy Niall, just jump!" Louis advising, practically squealing in glee. Standing backwards on the arm of a couch I began to sober up and wondered if someone had slipped something into our drinks. We could go a little crazy before a concert but I don't think we'd ever resorted to backflips off of furniture before.

I didn't want to be the one to kill the mood so I shoved my hesitance to the back of my head and let out a war cry as I flung myself backwards, knees and head tucked to my chest.

At first, it felt like it had gone amazing well. I felt like I'd flown and actually been kind of graceful about it too, but landing was a whole other story. I hit the rough carpet and one foot rolled out from underneath me with a harsh crunch sound. It was one of the noises I'm pretty sure only I heard but all the same. It was loud.

I fell right over just like Louis had and the lads erupted into shouts and cheers again, I didn't even get a chance to assess the result of the crunch sound before Harry had gripped onto my hand and yanked me onto my feet, "the champion!" He yelled enthusiastically, successfully covering up the pained shout that left my lips.

Red hot pain flared up my leg from my ankle and I instantly got intense pins and needles in my foot, so bad that I couldn't even feel my toes at all.

I grinned as widely as I could and hurriedly wiped the unshed tears from my eyes as I sat down on the couch and pretended as if everything was one hundred percent all good. Given a couple of minutes it probably would be anyway, but I didn't want to destroy the atmosphere and if I told the lads they'd run for a medic and then we'd all get in trouble for being childish right before a concert. Usually there was someone around who kept the buzz to a safe point but today we'd been left on our own and this is what had happened. I was too embarrassed to say a word.

"Do it again Ni!" Liam clapped.

I stuttered and fell over my words for a moment, almost choking on the lump at the back of my throat. "Nah, we're going on in a second!"

"There's plenty of time!" Liam pressured, tugging on my forearm. There definitely was not plenty of time, because someone came into to tell us we were due on stage in two minutes and had to get moving.

Whooping and parading like a bunch of kids the others bounced out into the hall. I held my breath and slowly rose to my feet, or foot as I was very hesitant in putting any weight on my other one. Toe to heel I carefully placed it on the floor and let out a rush of air. So far, so good.