I Wish

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

~Ayley's Point Of View~

"Why is this happening to me?" I wept as Eleanor rubbed my back.

"I don't know, love. Some things just happen and no one knows why."

"But why me?"

"Awwe, honey, it's alright." She soothed. "You're strong, you can do it."

"His first baby."

"I know."

"Will you be there for me?"

"Absolutely."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

"Thank you."

She smiled and hugged me.

"You should go to bed, love."

"Okay."

"Here." She stood up and pulled the blankets on the bed back.

"Thank you." I nestled myself in the bed and she covered me with the way too many blankets that they always had on hotel beds and tried to fall asleep.

     I dreamt about going into labour and Niall not being there. Eleanor wasn't there either so I called her on the way to the hospital. She was in England and I was at home. She told me that she was on her way. She got to the hospital in literally, like twenty minutes, and I had the baby without Niall. It was a boy and we named him Darragh.

I was suddenly shaken awake by Eleanor.

"Ayley, we have to go!" She was frantic.

"What's wrong?"

"Niall's been in a fight, he's in the hospital!"

"Oh my God, is he okay?"

"I don't know, we have to go!"

We scrambled to put our shoes on and ran downstairs to a waiting cab.

"To the hospital, please!" Eleanor said.

"Fast?" The driver said.

"As fast as you can, mister, thank you!"

"Are you in labour?" He asked me.

"No!" I said disgustedly. "My boyfriend was in a fight! Go!"

"Oh, sorry." He said as he pulled away.

     When we got to the hospital, I started crying. Niall was in a bar fight. I had no idea what had happened. I was genuinely worried. As mad at him as I was, none of that mattered anymore. I needed to make sure he was alright and that's all that was on my mind.

     Eleanor asked the lady at the front desk which room Niall was in and as soon as we knew, we made our way as fast as we were allowed to his room.

I walked in and saw Niall lying in the bed.

"Ayley?" He said in a raspy voice.

"Oh my God, Niall."

"Ayley!"

     I ran to his bedside and stopped myself before I touched him. I didn't want to hurt him.

     He had stitches covering up a cut that ran from the adorable trademark dent in his chin, over his mouth, up to his nose, which was broken, along with a black eye and his left arm was in a cast. I clapped my hand over my mouth and started crying harder.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Oh my God!"

He looked into my eyes.