Just a big thanks to True_Directioner3 for helping me with the title! I dedicate this one for you!
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She wasn't supposed to be sleeping inside a hospital room. She wasn't supposed to be confined. She wasn't supposed to be lying on a hospital bed. Most importantly, she wasn't supposed to be at a hospital.
Seeing her breathing makes the butterflies in my stomach calm down. On the other hand, seeing her breathing but not move -even just her finger- makes them go crazy again.
I was very mad at the drunk driver. Because of him I had to see her broken body, face, broken everything.
5 hours ago, we just said our good byes to each other. 5 hours ago, we were laughing. 5 hours ago we went our separate ways and went to work.
Time does fly fast.
"Niall, Kay is -" His voice broke my heart. I knew something bad had happened. Something that I never expected to happen. "Niall -" he repeats. Maybe he's wondering why I'm not talking. Maybe he's wondering if I did pick his call up.
"Yeah?" It was obvious that my voice is shakey. Even for me I'd notice it immediately.
"Kay had an accident and -" Somehow I know that he's fighting back tears because his voice seemed unsteady. "She - she's at the hospital right now. You should go. I'll explain once you get here." He gave me the name of the hospital and hung up afterwards. Kay had been in an accident and let's hope that my thoughts are wrong, that she's safe and will be safe. I don't need to know what's going to happen to her. Deep down she is going to be alright.
I got there 15 minutes later. The sight of her lying on a bed doesn't make me comfortable. Not close.
"Ah. You must be one of her guardians too? How are you related with her? Let me guess, she's your sister or a friend?" asked the nurse.
"I'm her boyfriend," she just nodded and told me to wait with 4 more boys. The minute I saw them, I recognised them imnediately. How come I got the news last when I'm really the one who's responsible for her?
They all got up from sitting; Liam walking forward, the rest standing behind giving me concerned faces. They aren't concerned for Kay only but for me too.
Liam placed his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it before moving closer. "What happened? Why am I the last person that got here?" I couldn't control my voice now. I was concerned, worried, you name it. Damn, I don't think I even want to know the story. I might break down. "Kay was headed home when a car hit her," I didn't interrupt him even though it already hurt. "-hard" he added looking straight at my eyes. I can almost cry here if it weren't for Harry who held me on the arm. No, I don't need him to continue. But then I needed to know more information. I hated this feeling. So much.
My voice was barely heard since it came out more of a whisper. Good thing I was able to manage keeping my voice steady. "Then?"
"The driver turned out to be drunk. I was with her the whole time when her work ended. I went to Starbucks to fetch her because you said so. When we... (he doesn't want to continue I can tell) crossed the street, a car was driving too fast. It ended up hitting Kay. I'm sorry. If I -"
"No. Stop. It wasn't your fault she got hit. It was the driver's." Just thinking about the driver made me angry. Finally, I came up with an idea. "Where's the driver?" I whisper-yelled giving Liam and Harry a surprise. None of them answers so I repeated it again. "Where's the driver?"
"Before I had the chance to see his face, he ran away." His eyes were filled with concern and sadness. I know he's going to apologise. Even if he's not the reason why Kay almost died. I felt very heartbroken. I know she's going to be alright. She's going to be okay. She's going to be fine. Always, I tell myself that nothing is going to change. This heartache will die. When she wakes up everything's going to be back to normal.
I know she will be okay.
I got the 'Liam is going to be apologise' part right. He said to me with tears streaming down his face. "Mate, I'm terribly sorry for what happened."
"It's not your fault Liam. You shouldn't be sorry," a small smile appeared on my face. Sometimes, you have to smile for a bit to let people know that you're okay. Otherwise they won't stop questioning you over and over again. I'm not complaining about the lads' comforting me; I do need it anyways. I gave him a look that meant he can sit down now with the rest. Not only did I realise that Harry was still standing beside me.
"Cheer up, mate!" was all he could manage to say in a cheerful yet forced voice. Like what I did to Liam, I look at him with all the best smile I can give him. Harry doesn't seem convinced though. He just squeezed my shoulder and dragged me away from everyone. I have no idea where he's leading me. Not that I care.
"Do you remember how we first met Kay at Starbucks talking to Eleanor?" He suddenly whispered. Yeah. I do remember that. In fact, I had never considered myself meeting with her and the lads telling me it was 'love-at-first-sight'. This isn't a movie: when I first met Kay, love at first sight does not exist. We started of as friends, then best friends who turned to lovers. Cheesy, I know but that's true.
My feelings for her grew stronger everyday. Especially when I don't see her. Sometimes during our concert, I wouldn't see her sitting. Or maybe she's just there but couldn't see her from all those fans. I understood. She's a very helpful girl. She goes to the orphanage and bring kids toys and stuff. This is triple happiness for everyone: when I go with her, not only are the kids happy to see Kay and the toys she's brought but they are happy to see me. The kids make her happy and seeing her happy makes me happy.
Harry's sudden voice brings me back inside the hospital. "Do you remember me taking a 'liking' on her?" With hearing this one, I start to laugh a little. I remember that one. "Or how we became such good friends with her? Or how you tricked her into saying that you're going to buy her food just to make her mad? Or how you two became a couple?"
I kept nodding at every word Harry says. I remember what Harry told me. I remember how she laughs at Louis' crazy jokes, how she gets mad at me for stealing her food. How she plays with my hair...
Stop it Niall. I scolded myself mentally. She's going to be fine! Stop remembering things like she's not going to make it!
I sigh. This was so damn hard.I guess I have to blame Harry for making me think this way.
"Yeah. I do. I do remember. I remember everything."
