Walking Through the Time Capsule

Chapter 5

Walking Through the Time Capsule

Chapter 5

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Niall...

I woke up to some noise coming from downstairs.

What time is it?

I let out a groan as I lifted my head off my comfortable pillow. Shit, my neck was stiff.

3:47

Now whether that was AM or PM, I had no idea, nor did I care. If it was day time, I had some nice thick curtains blocking it out. So there. Take that, stupid sun, with your fucking shining and brightness and happiness.

I closed my eyes again and snuggled under the covers. However, my eyes snapped open when I realized the dolphin was no longer in my hands.

"Shit." I muttered as I frantically moved my hands around the bed in the darkness. I felt panic start to slip in. I had become really attached to that thing and I couldn't bare to lose it. I felt my hand hit it, and relief flooded through me as I clutched it to me and hid under the covers again. I felt like such a sad little boy, but I honestly didn't care anymore.

"Yeah, he's up there." I heard my mother's voice at the same time that I heard a few footsteps making their way up the stairs. "He hasn't come out of his room since he left the hospital."

With my eyes still closed, I rolled my eyes.

Great. Fucking great.

I'd managed to not move from my bed in I don't know how many days now, and have not had contact with anyone, aside from my mom coming in once a day to leave food that I never ate.

And I'd like to fucking keep it that way.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me. I don't know how he's going to behave towards someone other than me. He barely talks to me as it is."

I held my breath as I waited to see who would respond. I prayed to God it wasn't fucking Louis. I was not in the mood for his peppy optimism and positivity. I was perfectly fine rotting in my painful misery.

"No worries, Maura. I know how to handle him. I'll be fine."

I let out a low growl at the sound of Harry's voice.

Fuck.

Never mind. That was even worse.

Is it possible for me to wish it to actually be Louis instead?

I heard the door slowly creep open, so I clutched the duvet over my head tighter. Damn, I should have locked it when I went for a piss this morning.

"Ugh, hell." I heard him mutter under his breath when he stepped in the room. "Damn, Niall, have you showered?" I don't think that was meant for me to hear since he whispered it quietly.

"Niall?" He spoke louder as he stepped further into the room, actually addressing me this time.

"Fuck off." I lazily spat. Although, I doubt he heard me through the muffled covers.

"Now, Niall, that's not the spirit." He chirped.

I groaned and ignored him, cuddling deeper into the bed and squeezing my eyes. I heard the sound of the thick curtain being pulled up. So, I'm gonna guess now that it's 3:47 in the afternoon.

Well I still didn't care anyways.

All of a sudden, all my blankets were ripped off my entire body, and thrown on the floor.