Rough Patch

Alison's POV:

*beep beep.. Beep beep*    

My heavy eyes started to open slightly. I tried to move my hands so i could rub my eyes but i couldn't move them either, my body was so stiff. Once i managed to move my arm, i saw that it was connected to wires. It was only then that i noticed i was in a white room.  

There was a tiny knock on the door and in came a tall woman with dark brown hair with a clipboard. I could tell she was the type of woman who loved her job.  

'Alison, you're wake. Good afternoon. I'm gonna be your nurse. Do you know where you are?'  

I tried to say no, but my throat was so dry. So instead i did a small shake in the head.  

'Here, drink this. You must be thirst.'  

She handed me small plastic cup with water in it. Once the water touched my throat it was a soothing feeling. My throat really did hurt.

 'Thanks' i managed to say.

But only just. My voice was cracking. I had clearly lost my voice or just about to.    

'You are in a hospital in London' the nurse said.

 A hospital? Why am i in a hospital?

 'How did i get here?'

'A person dropped you off saying that he found you on the street at 2am. He had to leave this morning but i'm pretty sure he will be back'  

He? Who's he? How did he find me? Where was i to be found anyway?  

The nurse asked if she could take some tests so i agreed.

Once she left i slowly started to fall back to sleep.  

 ***3 days later***    

I was feeling much more better. I could move my body. Not fast of cause but at least i could move.

 *knock knock*  

In walked a blonde teenage boy. When he saw me his bright blue eyes widened in surprise.

'Heey, im Niall!' The blonde boy said.  

He had an irish accent that sounded just amazing.  

I put my arms awkwardly back under the blankets.  

'Ahh, heey. Sorry do I know you?' I asked.  

'No, i'm the person who found you on the street.'  

'Ohh, i'm Alison, so you're the person who saved me'  

'Yeeah, every time I come back you're always asleep. But finally your awake'  

'Mhmm..'  

Niall went and took a seat. We both sat there in silence. But sooner or later someone had to brake it.  

'So, where did you find me?' I asked.  

'Ahh, this little street. I cant remember the name of it but you were just lying there in the rain on the pavement. I didn't know what to do so i took you to the hospital'  

He found me lying on the pavement? Why was i only the pavement?  

'Do you know how i got there?'  

'Uhmm.. No sorry.'  

This started to really annoy me. Not because Niall didn't know anything, it was because i didn't. I was so sure i was at home. Well that was the last thing i remembered. But on the pavement in the rain? I had so many questions that couldn't be answered by anyone besides me.   At that moment the nurse came in.  

'Hello Alison, i talked to a few nurses and they all agreed for you to go home.'  

'Finally!'  

The nurse gave a little giggle while she came over and took all of the equipment off me. I turned to get off the bed and got off slowly. Niall got up and gave me a bag.  

'I brought some clothes for you'  

'Ahh, thanks niall'  

I walked in to the bathroom and opened the bag.

These clothes weren't mine. Some even still had the price tag on them. When i put them on they were surprisingly comfortable. It was just a simple grey top and comfortable jeans with some black vans. I put all of my bracelets back on that i found on the side of my bed and walked back into the room. Niall was still sitting in the same place. When he saw me stood up.  

'Thanks for the clothes, you didn't have to.'  

'No problem. Oh and here's your phone.'

We both stood there.  

'I better go' i told Niall  

'Do you want me to take you home?'  

'Yeah, sure'    

*** ***  

The ride back was awkward. I only talked when i was giving him the instructions back to my house.

*** ***    

My house is only little. When i got in i tried to find my mother who was lying on to top if her bed with a bottle of vodka in her hand. I don't think i have ever seen her without a bottle in her hand so that was not a surprise to see her like that.  

I walked into my room. It was still the same. Double bed to the side. Blankets and clothes everywhere, on the floor, on my bed, coming out of my white draws. My mirror was broken again. My mother must of had another one of her rampages.  

I went around and picked up everything that I could try to put away. Once I had finished I went to my bed and grabbed my phone. The first thing that came up was:  

Niall Horan  

and his number.  

I sat there steering at it for a while.I couldn't stop thinking about the blonde, irish boy who came through the hospital door. It was then when I had an idea to try and regain some of my memory, but it involved Niall's help. I should call him in the morning. But for now I should probally try to sleep.  

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A/N:  

Sorry that the first part is a bit slow. There will be drama in it soon. (: