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twenty

Liam was ecstatic when the EMTs allowed him to ride in the back of the ambulence with Niall. They praised him when they learned that he had managed to keep Niall awake through all of it.

The wait at the hospital was much more taxing. He paced up and down the halls, waiting for any news about Niall. He stopped every other nurse he saw, asking for news. It was nearly three hours before anyone came to say anything.

"Family of Niall Horan?" A doctor walked into the waiting room and asked. Liam stood from where he was sat.

"I'm not family, but I'm the closest thing he's got. His mother doesn't care about him," Liam said softly. "So, what's up?"

"Well, the news isn't the best. He has two bruised ribs, a sprained wrist, and a mild concussion. He should be perfectly fine, though. Probably just a mild headache. Would you like to see him?" Before even waiting to see if Liam was following him, the doctor began walking down the hall.

"When can he leave?" Liam asked unsurely.

"Probably later today or early tomorrow. It depends on how bad his head aches and how well he can see. We've already gotten his ribs fixed up, and I've already written a prescription for pain meds." The doctor stopped at a door. "This is him. He's awake. I'll be back to check on him and give you his prescriptions in an hour."

Liam nodded and opened the door slowly. "Baby?" Liam asked softly as he opened the door. "Are you awake?"

A small groan came from inside the room. Liam walked into the room to see Niall laying down on the bed. His eyes were open.

"Niall?" Liam asked again softly. He walked over to Niall's bed side and sat down. Niall turned his head to look over at Liam.

"You came," Niall whispered.

Liam tried to let out a small laugh. "I was the one who called the ambulence. It took lots of begging, but I did come."

"God, I'm so stupid," Niall whimpered. "I should have just gone with Harry. It would have been so much easier than going home."

"Hey, you aren't stupid, baby," Liam promised. He linked his hand with Niall's. "Would you mind telling me what happened, though? I'm really curious. You didn't say much over the phone."

Niall opened his mouth to talk, but no words came out. "I don't want to say," he whispered.

"It'll be okay," Liam promised again. "Just tell me."

"It was my mum," Niall whispered. "She's the one that hurt me."

"Why?" Liam was whispering, too.

Niall shrugged painfully. "Why does anyone abuse anyone? I'm not sure there is a clear reason. Just for existing, I guess."

Liam looked shellshocked. "What can we do? I mean, you could stay with harry, or you could come on tour with me..."

"You'd let me do that?" Niall asked with wide eyes. "You reallly would?"

Liam bit his lip. "I would like to. But it would take some serious planning, and I want you to stay out of the spotlight. Plus, Harry might get lonely, and I just don't know if we could take the both of you. I know Lou would love it though."

"So I can't?" Niall's voice was soft. Liam shook his head.

"I don't think so, baby."

-

Later that night, Niall was allowed out. Liam decided that he would rather just take Niall back to a hotel for the night. As soon as they had made it to their room for the night, Liam pulled out his phone to check it. He had fourteen missed calls from Louis and seven from Zayn.

He called Louis back.

Before Liam even said hello, Louis was screeching into the phone. "Where are you?!" He yelled. Liam winced into the phone.

"Hello to you too," Liam grumbled. "I thought Paul would have told you. I'm back in London."

"Paul didn't tell us anything?" Louis was still shouting into the phone.

"Shut up, Lou. Niall's asleep. And yes, I'm back in London. I guess we'll fly back tomorrow and explain things. Can I go now that you know we're safe?" Liam was losing his patience. All he wanted to do was lay down and cuddle with Niall, who was looking at him expectently.

"Wait, Niall is-" Louis started to say, but Liam had already hung up.

"Louis?" Niall asked softly. Liam nodded and laid down on the bed next to him.

"I'm so tired," he whined. "Can we just cuddle and sleep?"

Niall rolled laid down on his back and giggled softly. "Yeah, c'mere. Can I be the little spoon?"

"Would it hurt your ribs if you were? would cuddling hurt in anyway?" Liam asked apprehensively. "I don't want you to get hurt."

Niall giggled once more. "I'm still pretty hyped up on pain meds. I'll be fine for a while."

"We'll go get your prescription on the way to the airport tomorrow, I guess." Liam rolled over and flicked off the lamp. "Goodnight, Ni."

"Night, LiLi," Niall murmured. Liam heard the boy's breathing go steady almost immediately.

"I love you," Liam whispered. Then he, too, fell asleep.

-

When Niall woke the next morning, Liam was sitting at the end of the bed with a travel site pulled up on his laptop. "Liam," Niall groaned.

Liam turned around so fast that Niall was sure the boy probably got whiplash. "Are you okay, love?" Liam asked urgently. He set his laptop down and crawled back up the bed to Niall. "What hurts?"

"Ribs," Niall wheezed. "What're you doing?"

"Just booking us a flight," Liam said nonchalantly. "I've got us a flight for around two this afternoon. It's nine now. I think I should go pick up your pain meds."

"Don't leave me," Niall whimpered. "I don't want to be alone."

Liam ignored him. "Should we go and get some of your clothes from your house?"

"No!" Niall suddenly looked panicked and his breathing increased. "No, please don't make me go back there!"

Liam quickly placed a kiss on Niall's lips. "Don't worry, baby. You won't be going back."

•-•

i hope this is good

i'm getting my wisdom teeth out tomorrow :(((

i'm sad and scared

oh well???

i'm also hungry

but i don't need food so

i'm a fatty

oki

baiiiii

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