Silent Call - (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter Four

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Chapter Four

Skylar's POV

*Flashback*

Light. There was a bright light shining on my face. I peeled my eyes open to find it was just the sun seeping into my room. I blinked a few times to get my eyes adjusted to my surroundings.

"Skylar?" A familiar voice questioned. I looked to my right to see Niall, his face filled with panic.

"Niall?" I asked, my voice coming out in a whisper.

"Thank God. Oh my gosh, thank God you're okay," he cried out. "Why would you do that to me!? Why would you do this!?" He pleaded, grabbing my wrists lightly. I looked down at the bandaged skin, my brain trying to recollect as to on I had bandages on my writs. "Why would you cut yourself?" He whispered.

Realization then dawned on me. I was in the hospital because I had cut myself. I cut too deep and tore a lot of veins. I must have passed out.

I looked down at my wrists again, tears filling my eyes.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, as they began to fall. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to. They got to me," I cried.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked tears steaming down his face.

"I tried to, I just couldn't." I whispered.

"Skylar," Niall hushed.

I looked up at him through my eye lashes. He was staring at me, tears still rolling down his face. "When your mum called me, scared out of her mind because she found you in your bathroom, I died in side. I could have done something if you told me," He said softly, rubbing my hand. I couldn't look at him. I hurt him because of what I did. I guess they were right, I was useless. "Skylar." He pleaded again, cupping my face with his gentle hand. "What ever they said to make you do this, isn't true. You're perfect in my eyes, you're gorgeous, you're amazing, you are special, baby."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I just wanted to take the pain away. I just wanted it all to go away.

"Please love, I will help you. I will never leave your side if that's what it takes. You are so much more than what you think. I love you, Sky." He whispered, leaning up to press a chaste kiss on my moist cheeks.

"I'm sorry," I managed to choke out, wiping my tears. "I love you too."

*End Flashback*

I sat in the corner of the hospital room, curled up in a ball. I still didn't understand what was happening. It had been 17 hours, I was counting. I couldn't figure out what was going on. Niall had fallen asleep in the chair next to the bed, while the guys came to check on him, but they didn't want to disturb him, so they left leaving a note where they would be. I didn't dare to get up and check, I was too scared. I wanted to go to Niall, crawl up in his lap and cuddle with him, but I was afraid of what would happen. I just sat here on the window sill, memories flooding into my brain.

"No Skylar, don't," Niall mumbled. "Please, you promised." I picked my head up to look at him, he was still asleep, his head rolled back off the edge of the chair. I contemplated going over to him, fumbling around as I tried to stand up. My knees felt weak, like they could cave in any second. I stumbled towards him. When I reached him I stared down at his beautiful face, with a hurt expression. He still had dark bags under his eyes and his face looked extremely pale. I slowly reached out to him my hand, letting my fingertips brush against his smooth skin. I could feel him, but it didn't feel right. I put my whole hand on his face, it felt cool and dry, he had little scruff on his cheek probably from the lack of shaving. I slowly moved closer and sat on his lap. He didn't flinch as I did so. Normally, he would wake up and wrap his arms around my waist. I craved the feeling of his touch. I was longing for it. The sweet taste of his lips and his warms hands in my cool skin. I wish he could feel my touch.

I rested my head against his chest as it rose up and down. I felt tears begin to roll down my face. I just wanted this to end, I wanted to wake up. I wanted this to be over.

Niall's POV

I woke up as the door opened and a nurse came in.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize you were still her," She smiled weakly.

"I won't leave till they drag me out of here," I said, shaking my head. She chuckled slightly before going to refill the IV bag with fluids.

"Are you her boyfriend?" She asked, as she threw the old bag into a bin and washed her hands.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"How long have you been together?"

"Three and a half years." I smiled.

"She's a lucky girl." She smiled warmly before heading for the door.

I stared at my angle's face. She was getting some color back to her skin, but still looked like a porcelain doll. I grabbed her hand again and leaned down to place a kiss on her cold skin.

"I love you so much princess," I whispered.

About an hour later the guys walked in with a vase of flowers. They all looked like they hadn't slept in days.

"How ya holding up mate?" Harry asked, setting the flowers on the night stand next to Skylar's bed.

"I'm trying," I faked a weak smile.

"I brought your guitar." Liam smiled, handing me my sleek black case.

"Thank you." I said very pleased. My guitar was the one thing that would truly get me through this, when Skylar wasn't there to help me, it was my escape. Don't get me wrong, the guys were great to vent to, but a lot of times they wouldn't really understand, which would lave me to my own thoughts and my beautiful guitar. I propped it up against the wall and turned back to the guys.

"Have you eaten?" Liam asked.

I shook my head and on cue my stomach growled. I would usually be eating, but at this time I didn't feel like it. I wanted to stay at her bed side. "Want me to run and get you something?" He asked.

"Sure."

"Okay, I will be right back," he smiled weakly before heading for the doors, leaving the other three guys with me.

"Have you talked to Simon?" I asked Zayn.

"Yeah," he nodded slowly. "We have to start rehearsals next week." My facing dropped instantaneously. I didn't think I'd be able to make it through tour rehearsals with Skylar laying in a hospital bed. "He said he'd give you this week to be here, but he really wants you rehearsing," Louis said sadly.

"I just hope she wakes up," I whispered, looking back to my princess.

Written by @Janellexox