Letters To Niall

Chapter 18 Change

Chapter 18 - Change

Alcohol poisoning. Erin had alcohol poisoning. I don't think digging my nails into my scalp in confusion helped the matter, as the fact just wouldn't process into my brain. How could this be possible? I had only seen Erin take one sip of a vodka shot. That was it. No more. Carrie wasn't helping the situation much either, whispering sickening words into my ears, and linking my arm in hers like she owned me or something. Carrie is the girl from the club. I don't know why I asked her to come again tonight. Erin was just really annoying me. It wasn't something she had done, no. It was just how attracted I was to her, it just wasn't right. I usually never got that attracted to women, and normally it was just physically. But this time, I was both physically, and emotionally attracted to Erin. She wasn't like any other girl I had ever met. She was different. She was... special.

No wonder that when I saw her flirting with Josh I freaked out. I honestly didn't think she would do that, and with Josh as well! My plan had backfired. Of course she doesn't like me, she likes Josh. Everyone likes Josh. I felt a tear escape my eye, and roll down my already stained cheek. I let it fall.

Why was I so upset that she liked someone else? I mean isn't this what I wanted? For us to just be friends? Normal friends who had no feelings whatsoever for each other? But he kissed her! Josh kissed her! Of course that was the minute she had the reaction, so they didn't kiss for long. But it still counted as a kiss. Who knows, if Erin hadn't reacted at that time, they could've been making-out. I shivered at the thought. Josh snogging my girl? Hell no.

My girl? Niall you have to stop calling her that! I told myself angrily.

She's never going to be mine... never...

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Erin's POV

I groaned as I felt my head throb in agony. My eyes fluttered open, to be met by a smiling face looking down at me. She had a little pixie face, and reminded me of a typical fairytale fairy.

"Hello love! You're awake!" She smiled in her sing-song voice.

"Yeah." I yawned.

I tried streching, but heavy weights on my arms where stopping me. In curiousity, I looked at what was tugging on my arms. Wires. They where connected to my whole body. I gasped and looked back at pixie girl.

"Where am I?"

"You're in hospital babe." She sighed, running a hand through her short blond hair.

I felt panic rush through my body at the mention of the word 'hospital'. Ever since I was young I was terrified of them. The word reminded me of blood, death, and just depressing things really. I think the reason of all that was because my gran died in hospital when I was just six. Even now I can't get the memory of screaming out my head.

"Wh - why?" I whimpered, sitting up as still as the wires would let me. I was pretty much taped to the bed, my body could hardly move at all.

"Do you remember anything?" She asked.

I furrowed my eyebrows together in deep thought. I could feel the lines on my forehead getting deeper. I never liked those lines...

"Not really." I frowned.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Pixie girl asked softly.

"I remember being in a club to celebrate the boy's first show... I can't remember what happened there though." All this thinking was making my head hurt. I know it wasn't much, but I honestly felt like I had just woken up with the worst hangover in the history of hangovers.