I Will Always Love You - A Niall Horan Love Story

Chapter Forty One

*Charlie's POV*

For the next 5 days I stayed in bed, refusing to leave the room.

Harry and Louis would go out and get food, bring it back and make me eat it, whether I liked it or not.

Katie, Eleanor and Stacey would constantly be doing my makeup, which cheered me up for a little while, before I went back into my down mood.

Daniel would be crying and hurting with me and Zayn would cheer Daniel up a little.

Liam and Danielle would always be asking how I was doing. They would get me water when I needed it and make sure I brushed my teeth, whether it was in bed or in the bathroom. For the first day I had pretty much froze, so Danielle would change me, but eventually I started doing it, with the help of her still. Liam would change the blankets on the bed.

But Niall just sat on my window seat. He didn't look at me or anyone. He just looked outside. He would fall asleep on the seat, and barely ate anything, which we all know is a shock. He didn't listen to anyone and didn't say a word.

Daniel would sleep with me in my bed, which wasn't awkward since he's my little brother, and since Niall didn't sleep with me, Daniel did.

It's about 11pm now, and I am about to go to sleep. Tonight, Daniel has gone back to his bed to sleep with Katie. Zayn was of course sleeping on the floor in my room, but so are Stacey and Harry.

Niall was still sitting on the chair, but he hadn't fallen asleep yet.

"Niall, please talk. Say something. Please?" I cry.

Silence.

"I need you, Niall!"

His head turns to face me, and for a second, our eyes lock, before he turns his head back around.

I sigh and lie down under the covers, and soon fall asleep.

I gasp as I sit up in bed. It's still dark in the room and outside, so I look at my clock.

3am.

"It was just a nightmare," I whisper.

Niall has fallen asleep lying down on the window seat, obviously. I can't see his face, because he is facing the other way.

I can't take it anymore.

For the first time in the last 6 days, I step out of bed.

Carefully, I tiptoe over to Niall and lie next to him.

My window seat is pretty wide, about the width of a single bed, which is very helpful in this situation.

I put my arm over the side of him and put my fingers through his.

I smile to myself as I close my eyes and fall asleep.

"Charlie?" I hear someone mumble.

I open my eyes. Niall still isn't facing me, but I know it's his voice. Plus, he is pretty much the only one who calls me Charlie, apart from my fans.

"You're talking?" I whisper.

He turns around to face me, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Then I am talking."

"Wait, so you weren't talking to me or anyone because I wasn't ok?"

"Didn't you already get that? You were in too much pain, I couldn't take it. So, I zoned out. Ignored the world. If you weren't happy, then I didn't want to be happy. I'm sorry."

I sigh, "It's ok, and tonight we have to fly back to Oz anyway."

"Do you still want to go?" he asks.

"Yeah, I need to leave here. We will spend the last month we have of break down there, and then fly back to London to get to work."

"Ok. Let's get up."

We get up to see that Zayn, Harry and Stacey aren't in the room. They must have already woken up.

I check the time on the clock. Well, of course everyone would already be up, it's 12pm.

For the first time in the past 6 days, Niall and I have a shower, and then we brush our teeth and I get dressed into: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=55633808 , and then we go downstairs.