You're My Everything ~ A Niam Story

Chapter 15

Niall's POV

I sat down next to Liam and pull my guitar out of its case. I sit and strum aimlessly as I tell him about well...everything. It's been about four months since Liam slipped into his coma. His cuts healed and everything is functioning properly, except his mind won't come out of lock down. The doctors don't know if he'll ever wake up.

Harry, Louis and Zayn have stopped visiting Liam last month. Even Liam's parents dont come cisit hime that often anymore. I guess its just too hard for Karen and Geoff to see their baby boy like this.

They have advised me to stop visiting, but I don't care what they say. Liam is the only one who ever listened to me. He's the only one who does even now, though usually it's a one way conversation.

One Direction sorta fell apart since Liam's accident. Harry moved back with his mum, and works in the old bakery he used to work in before the X Factor. Louis lives in London, because where else would a diva live? And Zayn...well...Zayn sorta fell off the grid. I'm not really sure wear he is. Last I heard he was somewhere up in Bristol or something. I also talk to Rachel on occasion too, when I need someone other then Liam for company.

I look over all the features of Liam's face for the thousandth time. I've memorized everything from the stubble on his chin to his now floppy hair to the small wrinkles by his eyes from smiling so much. I miss his laugh. I miss his warm hugs. I miss our long heart to hearts. I miss his advice. I even miss his protectiveness. I just miss /him/. My eyes begin to sting with tears as I remember all the things we did together, from the concerts to the late night movies to our petty arguments.

"I miss you..." I whisper, longing for a response I'll probably never get. A tear escapes my eye, but I quickly wipe it away.

For hours on end I just talk to him. I talk about my day, my family, some local news, and just stuff that floats around in my mind. I continue to strum my guitar, occasionally playing one of our songs or a song by on of Liam's favorite artists.

Eventually I fall asleep at Liam's bedside, my arms and neck bent at awkward angles do to the fact I still had my guitar in my lap.

I was dreaming about the good old days, back when Liam was up and around, when I hear a distressing sound that wakes me. It's a low, steady beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. At first I'm confused, my mind still clouded with sleep. But then it hits me. It's his heart moniter.

Before I can begin to freak out there's doctors and nurses all crowded around Liam's still body. I can feel the tears start and the panic rise as a young woman begins to shuffle me back and out of the room. But just as she's about to close the room, my mind begins to rap around the situation and I push past her back into the room.

It's all a bit of a blur. The nurses and doctors are all talking quickly and loudly to one another. There's a doctor pressing up and down on Liam's chest trying to start his heart and blow air into his lungs. When that doesn't work they take out a defibrillator and send electric shocks to his heart to restart it again.

Then suddenly, its over.

Somewhere far away I hear a doctor say "time of death: 5:17 pm". They begin to take off they're gloves, and they all look sadly at Liam's now lifeless body. My mind had come to a complete stop. Somewhere there's a nurse saying something about calling his parents but I wasn't listening. Then suddenly I was off. I ran out of the room and down three flights of stairs and out the hospital doors, leaving my guitar behind.

I ran for what felt like forever, tears streaming down my face. I didn't care that people were staring. I didn't care that I almost caused two accidents because I ran across roads without even looking. I didn't care. The world could end and I wouldn't care because Liam was gone. He was gone and there's nothing I could do about it. He was taken from me and I didn't even get to say goodbye.

In the following weeks, I rarely came out of my bedroom. I missed most of my meals because I was either sleeping or just not hungry. My parents became worried about me, trying to get me to go out and get some fresh air. But I never listened. I stayed cooped up in my room day and night.

I guess I figured if I waited long enough, if I believed, maybe, just maybe, Liam might come back to me.

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Hello my children.

So....nine months huh....IM SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN IT

You know. People assume time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, its more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey wimey...stuff. That makes it hard to keep track of.

In other words these nine months have flown past and I just have no excuse other than...yolo

Wow over 17,000 reads on this story like um wAT I WAS EXPECTING 100 or LESS LIKE WOW YOU PEOPLE CAN I KISS YOU

So in other news This is Us is absolutely AMAZING 10/10 would recommend

Zayn and Perrie doe. I can't believe it! I wish them the best of luck and a happy marriage! bUT IF SOME BITCH ASS HOE CRASHES THEIR BAMF WEDDING LIKE THEY DID TO GREG HORAN I WILL PART THE GODDAM ATLANTIC OCEAN AND MARCH ARCOSS IT LIKE THE AMERICAN I AM AND HAVE THE QUEEN HERSELF ARREST THEIR RATCHET ASSES BECAUSE GODDAM WHAT THE FUCK IT WRONG WITH YOU WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT IT'S A WEDDING LIKE FUCK YOU #sodone

Ok now that I got that PSA out of the way...

So Liam died. Whatcha think about that? Plot twist eh? ;)

Tell me your feelings in the comments below! Any suggestions to improve the story are alway welcome too!

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Ok see you next time! (Marcus Butler voice) BYYYYYYYYYEEEE

much love

~Bern xx

Ps I'm sorry this is so short but I'm literally writing to you at 12am but I wanted to get this out there so....