Rock Me(A One Direction Love Story)

Chapter 18 Harry Sees the Sparks

“Alright you two love birds, rise and shine.” Your eyes flutter open and you see Niall’s arm around you. You smile and look at the nurse who’s talking to you. “Some lads just called and said they were here to pick up a ______. Is that you?” “Yeah that’s me, how long have we been asleep.” “About three hours, but I understand how it is to have your loved one in the hospital.” “Oh me and Niall? We…yeah it’s hard but he’s worth it…” Why tell her the truth. Just go with it. She walks out and you look over at Niall who is smiling. “What are you all happy about. You didn’t tell her we weren’t together.” You start blushing. “Oh, yeah, I know that was stupid,” you say pushing your hair behind your ear shyly. “No, it’s fine, I’m just sad to see you leave.” “Well, you’ll be out of here in a few days won’t you,” you ask. “Thankfully, I can’t wait to get home.” You hear your phone ring and check your messages. “Oh they’re outside gotta go, we’ll be back later I’m sure,” you say turning to leave. He grabs your hand, “Time for more medicine,” he says. You smile and kiss him on the cheek. “That’s all?!” “For now,” you say laughing. He groans, obviously disappointed as you walk out.

<Zayn’s POV> I see her walking toward us and I notice her cheeks are flushed and she’s trying to hold back a smile. “How’d it go,” Harry asks her. “Fine. We—I mean he, he slept a majority of the time. He’s excited to come home,” she says biting her lip. Something’s up. “I’m gonna go check on him real quick,” I say jogging into the hospital. I find Niall’s room and see him watching TV. “Hey,” I say. “Hey,” he replies looking over at me. “How’d it go this morning with _____,” I ask trying to act casual. I watch as his cheeks turn bright red, “Oh, uh it was erm fine,” he stutters. Okay, something definitely happened today. “Well me and the lads are gonna change into chill clothes then we’ll be back. Sound good?” “Yeah that’s fine,” he mutters looking back at the tv. I nod then leave. It’s bothering me. Thinking about what could’ve happened. But whatever. It’s none of my business. I walk back to the car and hop in.

<Your POV> You finally get back to the flat and you go upstairs. You decide to unpack while waiting for the boys to change. “Need some help?” You jump and see Zayn in the doorway. He walks in and grabs a pile of clothes you have folded to put away. “Why are you being nice to me?” “Well I figure you’re in my life right now, might as well make the best of it.” You look at him. “I’m kidding,” he laughs. “Look, I know the Niall thing wasn’t your fault, so I need to just let it go and move on.” “Oh is that how it is?” “Yeah, more or less. It’s easier to be friends than enemies.” “So a truce then?” “Yeah pretty much,” he says laughing. You both finish unpacking your things and you are putting up a poster when you catch him looking at you. You brush it off as nothing. You hear Harry calling you and your push past Zayn and down stairs. “We’re leaving now to go see him, if you want to come,” Harry says. “Yeah, of course.” He steps closer to you. “What’s really going on with you and Niall,” he asks smiling mischievously. “Nothing, why would you think something ridiculous like that,” you say blushing. “Come on, it’s no secret you both are secretly admiring each other.” You smile, “there’s nothing really, we’re just friends.” “With benefits,” he says laughing. “Behave,” you say. You finger comb through your hair as the other boys come downstairs. “Are we ready mates,” Harry asks them. They all say yes and you all get in the car. You have to use all self-control not to jump up and down in your seat with excitement at seeing Niall again. The few minutes apart was excruciating. Were you starting to fall seriously for Niall?

The car finally stops and you jump out but tell yourself to remain calm and stand still. The other guys get out and you walk with them into Niall’s room. His eyes scan over the guys and when he spots you he stops and smiles. The others turn and look at you but you look away blushing. You hear Niall chuckle and Zayn looks back and forth at you both suspiciously. The nurse comes in to give you guys an update. “Well, he’s very lucky. He can go home in a couple days, but make sure he takes it easy. We’re putting a neck brace on him for a couple weeks just to make sure everything gets back to normal. He may need some help walking too so we have a wheel chair and crutches, his choice on which he wants.” She says some other things then walks out. “What’s that,” Niall asks motioning to something Harry’s holding. “Oh your guitar, no rush, but we don’t want you to lose your touch.” “Sweet,” he says sitting up. Harry hands him the guitar and he strums out a few notes. The guys smile at each other and sit down. You recognize the song as What Makes You Beautiful and you laugh. He looks at you as he plays. Zayn starts singing his part and he looks at you. You look away. “And turn away when I look into your eye eye eyes…” he finishes his part. Niall sings along and smiles at you sexily. You bite your lip trying to control your thoughts and sing along softly. “Wait, hold up,” Liam says stopping the song. “Sing again,” he says to you. You blush, “I don’t sing.” “I heard you.” “No, I don’t sing, really.” “She’s lying,” Harry says. “Shut up, Harry,” you say quickly. “Sing,” Louis says. “Sing, Sing, Sing, Sing, Sing, SIIIIIINGGG,” the boys start chanting. Niall starts playing the chorus and all the boys start singing. You give it all you’ve got as you sing out the lyrics, and finish perfectly, then realize the whole room is dead silent. “That was amazing,” Liam says smiling warmly. “It was nothing, seriously.” “No, it was great. You’re a really good singer,” he says. The boys practice a few more songs, before they decide to go get dinner. You say you’ll stay with Niall, and they leave you and him alone. He looks over at you. “How are you,” you ask. “I could use some more medicine,” he says winking. You laugh and blush. “I wasn’t joking,” he says seriously. You walk over to him, and he turns his head so that you can kiss his cheek. You close your eyes and lean it, but are surprised by the feeling of his lips. You almost pull away, but he puts his hand on your face, making your skin tingle with electricity. He kisses you slowly but strongly, as if to assure you this is how it’s meant to be. You hear a knock on the door and you hear Niall groan as you pull away. “Come in!” The nurse walks in, “sorry to disrupt you two, but I think you should get some sleep,” she says to Niall. “I’m fine,” he says agitated. “Well, it’s time for your last dose of morphine.” “No, please don’t make me go to sleep,” he pleads. “Not my choice, kid,” she says putting the drip in his arm. He sighs and looks over at you. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right here.” “I’ll miss your beautiful face,” he mutters slowly sinking away into the hands of sleep. You go back over to your chair and pull out your phone. You end up going on twitter and stalking Niall’s profile. ‘It’s okay guys, I’m at the hospital, but I’m gonna be fine. Thx for the concern. X’ ‘What would you guys think if Nialler had a girlfriend? X’ ‘Should I go for her?’ ‘Having one of the best hospital days ever with the most amazing girls, wish she had a twitter so I could mention her’ You check the date and realize it was the date you stayed at the hospital with him. You smile and decide to make a twitter. You follow all the guys, and get an immediate notification. {Harry_Styles  mentioned you in a tweet} ‘Well look who’s finally cool @_____’ You laugh. ‘@Harry_Styles, yeah guess I’m finally starting to be like you ;)’ The reply is almost instant ‘You know it babe. Xx’ About ten minutes later the buys come in with food and you shush them. “He’s sleeping.” “He would want us to wake him for food.” “True,” you say walking over to his bed. “Niall,” you whisper. “We’ll be here all night if you do it like that,” Liam says grabbing a hospital pillow, and chucking it at Niall. Niall jerks awake. “What the hell?” “Sorry mate, dinner’s here.” “Wasn’t that a great way to wake up,” Louis says sarcastically. “I would’ve preferred being woken up with a kiss,” he replies. “Sorry Niall, my lips are tired,” Zayn says jokingly. “I didn’t mean—“ You cough and shake your head at him. “I didn’t mean…that kind of kiss. I’m in the mood for Hershey kisses. Duh,” he says trying to cover up what he was about to say. You almost start dying laughing but bite your tongue and turn to Harry. “So what’d you guys get?” “Nandos, Niall’s favorite of course. We were feeling generous. Hungry Nialler?” Niall’s stomach growls answering the question so you all dig in. Soon it’s time to leave, so the boys start saying their goodbyes. You walk out and realize you forgot your phone. “My phone! I’ll be back,” you yell sprinting back inside. You run up to Niall’s bed and give him a quick peck on the cheek, then grab your phone and run out quickly. You guys get home and watch tv, but your not feeling it so you go up to your room and grab your guitar. You strum a bit then you hear a knock. “Come in.” You see Harry and you smile. What’s the matter,” he asks. “Oh nothing, just thinking,” you say quietly. “About Niall, he says making his eyebrows go up and down. “You shove him and he falls backwards. “Help, I’ve been wounded,” he says dramatically. You laugh and get stand up stretching your legs. “Come on, admit you got Nialler on the brain.” “Why do you want me to admit it so much?” “I see the way you look at each other. You’d have to be an idiot not to notice the chemistry between you two.” You smile, “You think we’ve got chemistry?” “I know it,” he says smiling, “So what are you gonna do about it?” “Nothing, guys make the move. You know how it is.” “Oh come on! You’re gonna let Niall’s shyness stop what could be the most perfect couple ever,” “Don’t be ridiculous, Harry. If it’s meant to be it’ll happen.” He rolls his eyes. “Well it’s definitely meant to be so I guess I’ll just have to wait until you both realize it, he says leaving. You get ready for bed and fall asleep almost instantly. *8 hours later* You throw your head back laughing and feel the breeze flow through your hair. You shiver a little from the crisp evening air. You look over to your dad laughing and you open your sketchpad. “I’ve been working on a new piece. It’s you and me. I was thinking I could add something here. Look.” He glances at the picture, but the beauty of it captures his attention and he loses sight of the road. You look up. “DAD WATCH OUT!” A truck collides into your car and you scream plummeting into darkness. “_____! _____, wake up!” Someone’s holding you and your screaming into their chest. You sigh realizing it was a dream but tears escape your eyes as you realize the dream is really a memory from your past. The car crash that ended your dad’s life. You start to sob into the person’s chest. “Shhh, it’s alright.” “No it’s not Zayn. He’s never coming back.” You wail, and he rubs your back and rocks you back and forth. You slowly start to calm down, and you yawn. He lays back and brings you down so your head is resting on his chest. “How did you know I was dreaming that?” “Because I have the same dream all the time.” He wraps his arms around you and you fold into him as if he’s your shelter from every bad dream you’ve ever had.