Nobody Compares

Chapter Fourty-One- Dear Maria Count Me In

The sun seemed to love the idea of burning my face. Esepically my eyes. I couldn't see anything around me. It was like Iike I was in the Sahara desert. I felt the bed, hugging it as I flipped over, laying on my stomach. The right side of the bed was cold and unused. Niall wasn't here. I stepped out of the bed, my tee falling to just where my shorts ended. 

I balanced on the floor. I didn't do anything last night to make me dizzy, but my body retaliated. I couldn't focus on one point. Then I realized - the curtains were closed and there was no source of sun in the room. 

I didn't hear anything, or see anything. White spots blinded me so bad I didn't see anything. I felt like I had a stroke the way I was walking. My body was cringed to the side and I tried to grab anything to help me. A phone, a bottle, anything. I didn't see anything to the sides through my white perifial vision. Soon the white took over my pupil and I couldn't see anything - at all. I crumbled to the floor, falling in a heap of myself. I didn't feel my body, and I heard nothing. I couldn't open my mouth to scream, but soon a thought struck me. Could it be Niall who did this to me? Did someone break into my room? Where was Niall? Would he care when he found me?

Then I realized what if this is some sick joke from God or someone about me drowning? I basically tried to quit, but the boss said no, you must work for me. When he realized what I did try to do, he fired me. Was I dying? Am I dying? Will I die? Will Niall save me?

I crumbled into a ball, trying to escape the world. I felt a pounding on the side of my head, as if someone was banging my head with a hammer. I closed my eyes and took a sharp breath. I sighed and took the pain in. 

I jolted awake. It was just a dream. I felt everything though. My whole body hurt. It was just a dream, just a dream. It was just a dream, just a dream. I cradled my whole body as I sat up, hugging my knees. I was in a fetal position, but I didn't care. I rocked myself back and forth, trying depsperaspetly to calm myself down. 

I felt tears pop to my eyes, and I suddenly realized how scared I was. That dream was so realistic, I thought it was real. I pushed the tears forming at my eyes away. Don't cry, you're fine. You're fine. 

I pulled the covers back up to my neck and fell back asleep. The nightmare got me all sweaty, making my pajamas stick to my body. I closed my eyes for the billionth time and fell back to sleep. This time I didn't have a nightmare.

"Baby I,

I wanna know,

What you think,

When you're alone,

Is it me? Yeah,

Are you thinking of me? Yeah,

Oh,

We've been friends,

Now for a while,

Wanna know, that when you smile,

Is it me? Yeah,

Are you thinking of me? Yeah,

Oh, Oh." Niall's voice broke into a wonderful melody. I buried my head face first more into him, cuddling against his warm side. "Hah, nope, you need to get up, babe. Its noon. Tomorrow is our last day here. We are going back to England on Thursday. Today is Tuesday." 

"No! I like Ireland!" I sat up, refixing my shirt. My body felt better. I looked out the window. It was snowing, but the hotel was so hot, I hadn't known. It must be Winter, but its the first time I even realize. I looked at the big plasma television on the stand. I saw my reflection. My hair made me a replica of Frankenstein's wife. Under the plasma TV was my pink phone. The jewels sparkled like sizzling water on a summer day.