Shattered [Niall Horan]

Chapter 11

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Here's Chapter 11 for my fab readers. Enjoy :) (and Cath lovers please don't kill me for this.)

 Chapter 11

// Niall

I shifted and squirmed in my position trying to ignore the irritating music that was playing. I flipped my body over and dug my head further into the pillow, not wanting to accept the fact that I was awake already. A short pause followed and the music started playing for the second time, Knocking On Heaven's Door by Gun's n Roses bursting out loud, from my phone.

I groaned, completely exasperated at having my peaceful slumber disrupted by some annoying twat. Unfolding my left arm from under the pillow, I felt for the irritating little singing device on the bed-stand. Once found, I put the phone to my ear sluggishly, letting out a hoarse "Hello?" into it, as my head still lay burried into the pillow.

Whoever it is, it better be something extremely important. I cursed the person in my head, before he cleared his throat and addressed me. "Mr. Horan?"

"Yeah. What is it? Who are you?" I spat, not hesitating to expose my annoyance to whoever he was.

"I'm Dr. Cooper. My apologies for having called this early in the morning. I am really sorry."

My eyes snapped open wide, hearing his name. I shot up on the bed, a sudden rush of concern and anxiety effusing through me. It must be something about Cath. Is she finally awake? Is she alright? Has her condition improved? A horde of questions occupied my suddenly fretful mind.

"D-Doctor, is Cath okay?" I stammered, not being able to think straight anymore.

"Mr. Horan, you have to come visit me. It's important." He stated.

His rueful tone caused an awful thought to be shaped inside my mind, terrifying me. "Is she-  Cath is a-  Is Cath-" I didn't know how to put my words right. I didn't want to.

"No, she's alive." He informed, having apprehended what I was trying to say.

I took in a deep breath, relieved that the petrifying thought was only a thought.. It wasn't true. It could never be true. My Cath has to live, she has to come back, and she will.. for me, for Us.

"I'll be there in half-an-hour." I told him.