Please don't leave me (Harry Styles)

Chapter 6

When we arrived at the hospital, they amediatley took Niall in to get checked. I was sat in the waiting area with Gary when the boys came rushing in. 

“How is he?” asked Louis, running over to us.

“They’ve taken him in to get checked over. They told us to wait here until they’re finished.” replied Gary.

The boys nodded in acceptance and sat down on the chairs to my left. “Anybody want a drink?” Gary kindly asked. “yes please,” we all mumbled in unison. Nodding, he walked of down the corridor to the canteen.

“How you feeling?” whispered Harry, placing his hand on my leg - slightly startling me. “Umm, oh I’m okay I guess. A bit shocked and worried for Niall. But I’m not the one who got hurt…”

Harry half smiled, sensing the guilt I was feeling.

“It’s not your fault you know? Niall should have known to take security and even so, it gets bad when there is security. Don’t blame yourself, Mill,” he reassured me. Now gently rubbing the small of my back and pulling me in to lay on his chest. 

“I just hope he’s okay...” I hushed, biting on my finger nails.

“He will be. You know Niall!” he chuckled.

“So did you get anything done in the 10 minutes we were gone?” I half laughed, not expecting a serious answer.

“Oh yeah. We finished the song. Lou did his solo, and we put it together. Just gotta wait until Niall’s back so he can have a listen. It sounds brilliant, Mill! I can’t wait for you to hear it!”

“That’s good! I can’t wait to listen to it, Harry. I’m sure it’s beautiful. The lyrics seemed so meaningful when I had a quick glance anyway.”

Gary came back with a tray full of 7 cups of tea. We all sat there in silence for the next 15 minutes, sipping on our drinks. Allowing the warmth to give us a sudden feeling of comfort. After what felt like forever, a doctor finally came out of the door opposite us. 

“Hello, are you waiting for Mr Niall Horan?” he asked, checking his clipboard.

We nodded in reply, waiting for the news on Niall.

“I’m Doctor Smith” shaking Gary’s hand, he continued to tell us about our friend. “Well thankfully, he is okay. He had slight concussion and still has some nausea. We’re going to keep him in for another hour or so, just to make sure he is fully okay. But if you’d like, you’re more than welcome to go in and see him. Just please keep the noise down for him.” Doctor Smith smiled for us and allowed us in to the room. Niall was sat on the hospital bed, sipping a glass of water. 

“Hey man. How you feeling?” Zayn asked, pulling a chair up to his bed. 

“A bit crap! Haha, but what do I expect? I shoulda been more careful. I’ll be fine though. Just wan’t to get out of this place to be honest,” laughed Niall, as if this whole situation was a joke. 

“Well that’s a relief! We were all really worried, we didn’t know how bad you were. The doctor said you can go home in an hour or so.” 

“We finished the song, Niall! While you were out! It sounds amazing! We’ll show you tomorrow, you’ll love it!” chimed Harry, who was hovering at the side of his bed, along with me. 

“God, that was quick! But yeah, can’t wait to listen to it man!”

Everyone settled down in the room, breaking off in to their own quiet conversations. I decided this was a good time to go to speak to Niall on my own. Apologize for today. 

“Niall?” I muttered, biting on my bottom lip, avoiding any eye contact with him. 

“Yeah?” he answered, looking up at me, a smile somehow fitted on his face.

“Urmm… I just want to say… I’m sorry for earlier. I shouldn’t have let us go out without security. I should have phoned Gary before we left the shop. I should have tried to help you more when the girls tried grabbing you. I’m really sorry Niall...” I lowered my eyes to the ground, bracing myself for his response.

“Ahahahahahahaha! Don’t be silly Melissa! It wasn’t your fault! I’m the one in the band, I shouldn’t have been so stupid to go out without Gary. It’s not your fault honestly! And you did help, you called Gary! Honestly, don’t worry about it - I’m fine!” he laughed, resting his hand on my shoulder.

“But what if you weren’t alright Niall? What if you really hurt yourself?"

“Well I didn’t? So don’t fuss over ‘what ifs’ because it didn’t happen. Don’t worry about it Melissa. Please.”

I grinned at Niall and swarmed him in to a hug, making sure to be careful with him. For the next half an hour we all sat around just talking as we usually would. Doctor Smith came in around 1pm, letting us know that it was okay for Niall to go home. We made our way to the downstairs car park, allowing us to avoid the paparazzi and fans which were bound to be waiting outside for Niall to leave. Waiting to get the first pictures of him leaving the hospital, just to sell some huge, front page cover story. Once we were in the van, Gary decided to call it a day, and for all of us to just go home.

“You coming back to ours, Millie?” asked Harry.

“No thank you Harry. I need to go home and speak to my mum. Thank you though!”

I hadn’t spoken to my mum since yesterday afternoon when we had the massive argument, and I knew the longer I left it, the worse it was going to end up. Gary and the boys dropped me off outside my house. Looking out the window I saw my mums car parked on the drive. Damn it. She was home. I was hoping she wasn’t in so I could give myself sometime to think about what to say. 

“It’ll be okay. Just don’t get angry,” murmured Harry. Obviously he could tell how nervous I was. “Thanks. I’ll text you later telling you how it went.” I kissed him on the cheek and gave him a quick hug, before doing the same to the other boys. 

“I hope you feel better soon Niall. I’ll pop round to see you tomorrow. I love you guys!”

I stepped out of the car and waved goodbye to the boys and was then left facing my house. I really didn’t want to do this. I tried to swallow away the lump in my throat and started heading towards my front door. Fumbling around in my pocket, I reached for my key and placed it in the lock. Hesitating for a few seconds, I turned the key and let myself in my home. Waiting for what was going to happen next. 

“Mum…”