Niall was supposed to have long since left Argentina to leave for Chile. He was still on tour, after all. He couldn’t shake how down Liam had looked when he saw him, though. Under that smile? He knew something was off.

So, he found himself outside of Liam’s hotel room, a takeout box in hand and he carefully knocked on the door. “Hey, Liam, it’s Niall. You in there?”