Part 10
YOUR POV.
Slowly it occurred to me, Niall was in coma, because of me, of me!!
With tears in my eyes I walked to Nialls bed. It made me hurt so much, it was my fault. If I didn't say who the man was, Niall wouldn't be here, in coma.
Gosh I hate myself. I sat next to Niall and I hold his hand the whole time.
I remember the first time we met eachother. Him introducing himself as Niall Horan. From the first time I saw him I was impressed. We spoke and exchanged numbers, we texted and called till late at night. After a while he asked me if I want to go on a date with him, so I did.
We had a few dates and than we started dating, he told me he loved me. The first time we kissed was amazing, firework in our stomachs.
I remember our first fight, I mean, real fight, we argued about some things before ofcourse, but our real fight, it was extremely. I thought he cheated on me, he didn´t ofcourse, but I thought that. I trew his clothes and stuff out of the window while he was on the street and I yelled to him to go away, so he did, but a few hours later he came back and sang my favourite song with his guitar.
I smiled when I thought about the moment we lay in the park, there was nobody around, it was a beautiful summer day. I rested my head on his chest, his arm around me. We talked about the future, our future. He was begging me to marry him when we were a bit older, I promised him, because I wanna marry him. We wanted to grow old with eachother, get kids, grandchildren. Travel together all over the world.
When we were in Rome, the city of love, he yelled in the middle of the street he loved me.
For the fun we looked at engagement rings for us and posh frocks for the wedding, baby clothes, for boys and girls.
I visited Niall every day, I wanna be with him every second I can. I prayed to God, hoping Niall would wake up.
Niall is in coma now for 1 week, his condition is getting worser every day.
I sat next to his bed, holding his hand. We were the only two in the room, I sang to him softly, stroking his cheek, I was telling stories, I hoped he´ll hear me.
Suddenly I felt something squeezing my hand. My jaw dropped, was that Niall who squeezed my hand?!
