One Direction One Shots 1

Guilty (Part 4) (Niall)

I fluttered my eyes open to reveal a room that was clean and tidy. There were floor to ceiling windows showing a hallway filled with doctors and nurses. Most of the room was white with accents of peach scattered around. It looked so bare and minimalistic, but it wasn’t; it had tasteful furniture and finely picked accents throughout. To the side, I could see a monitor tracking my pulse, along with an IV stuck in my arm.  

I made an attempt to sit up, but the ache in my arms said to give up. Fluorescent lights lit up most everything in the room, including a plethora of get better cards and flowers.  

“Oh, dearie. Don’t you worry, I’ll help you up.” An older nurse shuffled her way over to me, helping me prop myself up in bed. Doing so revealed large gashes in my arms and legs. “Such a shame you’ve got marks all over yourself. They’ll heal though, they always do!”  

“Um, yeah. Thanks,” was all I could mutter back. “What am I doing here?” 

“Oh, my. They did say you might not remember everything. You were in an accident, I’m afraid. Got yourself all cut up.”  

Dead, dead, dead. They’re all fucking dead. Memories began to flood back to me, the words running through my head until the nurse interrupted me by changing the IV. “Is my family here?” 

“Oh, of course! How silly of me to forget to tell them, they’re waiting right outside!”  

At least my family was here- not that they were always the most comforting; they were better than three kidnappers, though. I could tell them everything that happened, why I’d been M.I.A. for days, how I was in the accident. 

The nurse appeared in the door with a wide grin on her face. “Your family’s right behind me! They’re so excited to see you.” She giggled at herself and continued taking my vitals.  

“Hey, Babe!” Niall stood in the door, flowers in hand, Zayn was behind him, his arm in sling.  

“My family?!” I shouted. The nurse turned to me, in shock.  

“She’s always been the most excitable,” Niall lied with a smile plastered to his face. 

“No, I’m not! He’s lying! He’s not my fucking family! You’ve got to believe me, please!” 

The nurse just smirked at my plee for help, “Oh, my. Dearie, maybe I should let your family and you settle this out. Dr. Hisscus should be around soon to check up on you.” With the nurse quickly exiting, Niall dropped the family act, Zayn following. 

“Alright, listen, love. You’re in here because you couldn’t be treated any other way. Don’t try and fuckin’ tell them anything different again because we’ve supplied the fake documents and everything. Now, get up, ‘cause we’re leaving. Dr. Hiscock or whatever isn’t gonna see you.” 

This guy- I swear. He always thinks he’s in charge of things. “And if I don’t comply?” 

“We’ve got a gun, a knife, and many other ways of torture with us.” 

I sighed, crossing my arms in frustration. “I could cause a fit right now, you know. The whole hospital would be listening.” 

Niall, obviously agitated, came close to my face. “I saved you that night, you know. I’m the reason you’re here right now. Without me, you’d be lying six feet in the ground. I will tell you this again, you respect me and I’ll fuckin’ respect you.” With a grunt, he grabbed my gashed arm and brought me up. “Change into your old clothes, and we’ll get going.” With a quick pull of his hand, Niall grabbed the IV from my arm, causing blood to form a pool upon my skin.