Always (Niall Horan)

breaking

Something felt heavy on my nose, It smelt like a new plastic latex, I scrunched up my noes in disgust, but soon realized it was giving me oxygen mask. I felt my whole body tense, as so shot up from wherever I was lying.

"God Mackenzie slow down." Harry's voice was loud due to the silence that I was just in. I noticed he stood up from his seat. His tall frame was above me.

I was at the hospital but in a room with tons of Medic-ans everywhere. There was an iv in my arm, I started to panic.

"Where's Niall!?" I looked at Harry. He sighed and sat down next to me, his hand over mine.

"On the phone with mum." Harry's hair was a mess, and his eyes weren't as green as they usually were.

"Why what's going on?"

"God kenz, you scared the shit out of me." Harry was never the one to really curse but he looked stressed out. He barred his face in his hands. I didn't say anything, I couldn't.

"But your okay, the doctor gave you some Valium to calm down so they are examining it to make sure it was just a bad panic attack and not something els." He finally looked at me.

"I'm sorry." I whispered quietly. I felt incredibly weak and tired and a bit sick to my stomach if I might add. I wanted to start sobbing. We were quiet. The door opens and closed, I looked up hoping to see Niall. The first thing that I saw when I looked up was his sad blue eyes.

His shoulders were hunched over, and his hair looked like it haven't been brushed in days.

"How are you love." Niall came over and sat beside me.

"Okay, feel a bit nauseous." I admitted. I was honestly a bit embarrassed by my actions I knew the crazy trauma that I had put everyone through.

"That's from the medication that they drugged you with." His hand was almost afraid to grab mine, that made me want to throw up. I didn't want him to be like this.

I grabbed his hand into mine and squeezed it. He looked down at our hands and smiled.

"I'm sorry." I told Niall. He didn't deserve to have to put up with my crazy anxiety.

"Don't-it's not even you're fault." Niall reassured me.

"No! Because if you took your medication daily like you are supposed to! Maybe this whole panic attack wouldn't have happened Mackenzie! The doctor said you had a high level of stress! Why didn't you talk to me or Niall about being stressed out about som-"

"Harry-" Niall started but Harry put his hand up.

"No Niall! This isn't okay! Aren't you angry that she didn't even tell you that she suffers from an anxiety disorder! Huh!?" Harry was angry. not at me but at the situation. Harry's words made me nervous was Niall mad that I didn't tell him?

"Listen, am I upset and hurt that I had to find out like this? Yes! But right now you need rest and support so we'll talk about it later." Niall let out an exasperated sigh. I was trying not to stress about this. I did feel extremely guilty for not telling Niall but I was afraid.

"God I don't even think you understand how traumatizing it was to watch your little sister sobbing in pain on the floor at your birthday party, when there was nothing that so could do to help you. I mean-" Harry paused. Warm years fell onto my cheeks. He was right.

"I'm sorry! I know I should have been taking the medication that I was supposed to but don't you realize how weak it makes me feel? That I have to take medican so my body doesn't freak out! You know how pathetic that it sounds!? So sorry for wanted to not be a weak little girl Harry." I sighed angrily. Niall gave my hand a squeeze and brought our hand up to his lips to kiss.