Little Things {Niall Horan}

Prologue

Hey guys! Um, so like, I'm a new Directioner. I like just became a fan. So if any of my facts (such as middle names, sibling names, descriptions, etc) are wrong, please kindly let me know in the comments! Thanks! :) ~Cat

Little Things

Prologue

Pain.

That's the first thing that registered into my brain the moment I woke up from my peaceful slumber- the first dreamless sleep that I've had in a while. My head was pounding, my arm was throbbing, and when my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I had no idea where I was. I shot up in the dull white bed, immediately regretting it as a sharp pain stabbed right into my temple. I grabbed my head, cursing softly to myself. After waiting a few minutes, the throbbing subsided a little, and I released my head. I looked around the room, taking in surroundings.

Dull yellow walls, a falling apart nightstand, a lamp that was barely shining, a flickering light bulb attached to the ceiling fan, and the white hospital-like bed that I was currently sat on. Confusedly, I looked down at the scar on my wrist that was shimmering with dried blood. My face fell. It didn't work. I was still here. Alive. I sure as Hell wasn't in Heaven, and even Hell had to have higher standards than a small hospital room.

The door suddenly opened and I snapped my head up, meeting the eyes of my best friend Lily's mother, Cecily.

"Hey, Sam," she mourned softly, entering the room and sitting down on the end of my bed.

I sat up, the sheet falling to my knees. I realized I was wearing a hospital gown. "Where am I?" I asked, meeting her brown eyes.

She sighed, looking down as she mumbled, "The hospital. You tried to kill yourself."

I rolled my eyes. "Well thanks, Sherlock, I wasn't aware of what I tried to do."

She immediately snapped her eyes up to mine, glaring. "It's not something to joke about, Sam! If you needed someone to talk to, you could've come to me! You know that!" her British accent suddenly becoming more prominent.

I shrunk back a little under her gaze. "Its not something that's easy to talk about." I murmured. A silence fell between us. "Are they..." I hesitated "I mean, did they come?"

She was silent for a minute, before replying, "No."

I nodded, tears brimming my eyes, but I shook them away. I wasted way too many tears on my parents to even think about crying for them again. It was obvious they didn't care about me, so why should I care about them?

"Well, I do have some good news." Cecily finally blurted out.

I raised an eyebrow. "What good news?"

"You won't be in the hospital for long. You'll be released probably tomorrow, and then-"

I cut her off. "And then I'll be in a mental clinic, right?"

She gave me a sympathetic smile. "Better than a hospital, right?"

I just sighed, so she continued, "Also, after you are moved into the clinic, that band One Direction is coming to visit the patients there- that includes you."

A scowl quickly took over my face. "How the fuck is that supposed to make me happy? I hate them, I despise them with a burning passion."

"You know what, Sam, that's fine! Hate them! When they come you can stay holed up in your room, away from the rest of the world, and never get better! Stay depressed for the rest of your life, if that's your choice! Just know that not everyone will want to stick around and play try to fix the broken girl!" she snapped, standing up and storming out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

And I was once again left alone with my thoughts.

So, like, I picture Sam as Emma Watson (who is mad hot btw). I just now realized that Emma also played Sam in Perks of Being a Wallflower. I feel stupid cuz that's my favorite movie. Anyways, comment whatcha think, vote if you liked it, fan if you want :) Thanks for reading!