Stole My Heart (A Ziall and Larry Love Story)

Chapter 8 - Regrets and Concerns

*Author's Note*

Hey, so I really don't know what made me write this chapter. I couldn't sleep and it's on my phone and I just decided to tie in a few loose ends of the story so far. Hope you enjoy it and as always read, vote, comment and follow :) xx - Scott

Danielle's POV

Ugh, God I hate hospitals. It's almost 8 in the morning now and there's still no sign of the boys, no news from any nurses and no change to Louis' condition. I glanced at Eleanor, still sleeping peacefully, her head resting next to Louis', her fingers intertwined with his. It's the moments like this when I have to remind myself that they're not a real couple. But I'm pretty sure Eleanor wants to be. I've seen the looks that she gives him when he's not paying attention, the way she laughs when he makes a joke, the way she plays with her hair when he's telling her a story, the way her eyes light up when he enters the room. It's all the signs of love. She thinks I don't know but I do. I mean, come on, I'm her best friend, and all those tell tale signs are painfully obvious. I'm sure even Liam would pick up on it, his fatherly instinct is almost as good as my motherly one. Almost. I decided to send him another text, I have to admit, I'm starting to get worried. 

To Li-li 

Hey baby, still no change with Louis and the nurses haven't been back for a while. El is still sleeping, I don't want to wake her in case she gets upset again. Hope you and the rest of the boys are ok, I'm starting to worry. Ring me as soon as you read these messages and bring the boys to the hospital. Love you, Dani xxxx

Niall's POV

I left Zayn in bed and after quickly putting on a clean t-shirt and some sweatpants I headed downstairs with my stomach growling. I hope Harry has made enough breakfast for two. 

"Morning Hazzy" 

I grinned as I pinched his cheeks and adopted the voice of a mother talking to her baby. He hates it when I do this to him, especially when he's in the kitchen. 

"Piss off Ni, I'm making breakfast so if you want any you better shut up and sit down." 

I frowned at his attitude, he's not usually this grumpy. I wonder if it has something to do with why Louis didn't come home last night. 

"Sir, yes sir!" 

I tried to hide my smirk as I pulled a salute and snapped to attention before marching to my chair. I couldn't see his face but I just know he rolled his eyes. He turned around and came over to me carrying a tray with a stack of pancakes drowned in syrup, two sausages, three strips of bacon, two slices of toast, a hash brown, scrambled eggs and a steaming cup of tea. I grinned at him as he placed the tray in front of me. 

"Dig in Nialler, and that's chef to you in the future, not sir" 

He smirked at me, the playful Harry returning and I laughed as he sat down with his own breakfast. 

"Where are Liam and Zayn?" 

As he asked that simple question I felt a strange mix of emotions run through my entire body. Happiness from the memory of my night with Zayn; fear that Harry might know something about it; sorrow for not being with him now, stroking his olive skinned chest; jealousy that other people cared about MY Zayn; and a huge wave of anger at the mention of Liam's name. The memory of what I heard from his room last night came flooding back and I felt my fist clench, how could he do that to Danielle. I'll have to speak to him about it later. 

"Niall? Are you okay? You haven't answered me!" 

"Oh. Er, I think they're both still in bed. Erm, wh-what about Lou? Do you know where he is?"