Drowing

Chapter 2

Shit!!!! Why did I offer to help! Why am I so stupid he's going to hate me!! Well at least I know his name, but what am I going to wear???? Well considering I'm going to be unboxing stuff it shouldn't be that messy I thought. I walk over to my wardrobe and picked out a new tank top that had whiskers on it and a pair of dark shorts. Then I pulled on my red high top converses and touched up my make up. I brushed my hair and teeth and all of in under 6 mins. I grabbed my phone which was playing music on my bed. I told mum where I was going and left.

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I was walking up their drive when I was greeted by Maura who was getting into her car. "Go on in love," she pointed to the door "It's open. Niall's inside."

"Oh, Okay thank you!" Once I opened the door I walked into chaos!!!

"For fuck sakes!" I heard an angry irish voice shout followed by a smash. It was Niall. He had just thrown a picture frame. "Aghh!!" I screamed as the gold metal frame came into contact with my head.

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I woke up with a pounding headache. I went to sit up, that was a mistake! I reached my hand up to my head and felt something cold and wet on my brow. It was a once white, damp cloth. I say it was once white because now there was a large patch of red where blood had been pouring out of my head. I looked around to find boxes stacked around me. I remembered then what had happened, I was in walking into Niall's house when I was hit by flying home decor.

I looked around searching for him, where is he?! I shouted "Niall??" No answer. A bit louder "Niall!!???" Then I heard a thump and then someone running down the stairs. "Oh thank God your awake!!" Niall said bursting into the room where I wad lying. "What happened?" I asked trying to sit up again, I failed miserably again. "Well..." the irish boy said sheepishly, "I got thick and threw the frame, it was ment to hit the door but then you opened it and it hit you instead," he said really fast and all in one breath.

"Oh." I said, "Yeah, I'm really sorry! Are you okay?" "Umm yeah, I think so," I said. I didn't really know if I was okay or not. "Well can you sit up?" He asked coming closer to the sofa I was lying on. "No, and my head is really sore." I said reaching up to touch the damp cloth. "Here let me help you up then we can get your head looked at," he reached out and swiftly propped me up. My head was aching. Then he removed the damp cloth and the look of sheer panic on face told me it wasn't good.

"That bad huh?"

"I think you will need stitches." He said in a worried voice.

"Its okay," I said "we can go to the doctors and get it stitched up is only four-ish now, the doctors closes at six, we have plenty of time."

"Heather, it's seven o clock??" He said, "You have been unconscious for hours!" He said like it was the most obvious thing ever.n