Shattered [Niall Horan]

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

// Brianna

"Why would you get nervous?"

"Because. . ."

I clenched my eyes shut, fighting with my mind to keep those flashbacks from racing back to me. Trying to shut my brain close, I concentrated fully on eradicating the air bubbles from the syringe that I was preparing.

"Ouch!" An involuntary yell escaped my lips, as the sharp needle poked me in the index finger of my right arm, leaving behind a stinging sensation. The syringe slipped out of my grip onto the white, sanitary hospital floor, as a small amount of red fluid oozing out of my finger caught my eye.

"Miss Brianna," I heard a certain voice call out to me, causing me to immediately bite my lip, ears all ready to hear the fits that were about to be thrown my way.

"Yes doctor," I turned around.

"Focus entirely on our work, and not let the frisky little brain of ours to wander off elsewhere, shall we?" Doctor Alison, one of the senior hospital doctors, raised an eyebrow at me, a tiny warning smile tugging at her lips. Her main job, besides treating patients was pestering the nurses and all other hospital workers and basically, giving us all a taste of hell whenever she was around.

"Yes doctor." I timidly replied, before exiting the patient's cabin to get my finger washed and rid of the blood.

Halfway to the washroom, with the tingle in my finger still lingering, and small drops of blood radiating off, my name was called out from behind me. This time, I definitely would have been thankful if it was Dr. Alison's harsh, unfriendly voice and not the thick, familiar Irish one that I adored.

"Brynn!" He yelled for a second time, and I speeded my feet up, as if of instinct, to get away from him. In no way could I let him confront me. It was probably stupid of me to try and get away from him them, because one way or another, he definitely would've found himself the chance to talk to me. If not that day, then some other. It was no biggie for him. Being my best friend, he knew exactly when to find me where. 

I wasn't ready to hear whatever he was going to tell me. Whatsoever it may be, I wasn't prepared. I didn't have the courage to face him; at least not at the time. And so I did what my instincts suggested me to. I ran. The coward that I was, I ran away from him again.

I rushed my way to the elevators and pressed frantically on the operating button, relieved to find the lift on that very floor. The doors parted open, allowing me to barge in, practically at the speed of light. Deciding on completely ignoring the blonde boy's call for my attention, my fist hammered the inward facing-arrows button, wishing for the lift doors to seal themselves shut sooner than they were going to. Of course it was of no use and unfortunately enough, Niall was fast. He succeeded in catching up with the closing doors, making me cuss at that lift. That fucked up, stupid lift!

His long, plump fingers reached out in between the doors, ceasing them from meeting, as they reopened completely. Having stepped in with ease, his expression spoke for the satisfaction he felt in having achieved the little accomplishment. I looked up at him properly for the first time since last evening. He nervous and concerned, yet cute. I hated myself for admiring him like that all the time.

Tearing my stare away from his face I looked to my left and my right, still positive about finding a way to run away from him. And maybe, I would've succeeded too, if that damn lift hadn't got its mind fixed on screwing everything for me that day.

"Brynn," Just as Niall opened his mouth to speak, the cuboid enclosure, jolted to an abrupt stop, startling us both. The lights went off, as only a dim illumination remained, allowing us to barely see each other's faces. Petrified, I looked around frantically, only to realise the lift had stopped on us.