Say It Again? [N.H]

Chapter 6

Gracie's P.O.V

I woke up in a chair.

At first I couldn't see anything, it was all just a blur, but after a few seconds, I realised that I was in the hospital with Niall.

I still couldn't process the fact that Niall harmed himself. Why would he do it? Did somebody say something to him? Did I say something that could've hurt him?

I kept thinking over and over that maybe Niall hated himself- Though I highly doubted, because I would kill to be him. Live the wonderful, rich, life he lived.

A life that you wouldn't have to worry about nobody talking to you. A life where everybody knew you and accepted you for whatever you did.

I pushed those thoughts away, though. I didn't need to think negative.

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"Gracie? You awake?"

I looked up and saw Niall peering down at me. His eyes were an odd colour- almost grey, it seemed like. They didn't have the bright vibe they usually had in them. They were just dull and lifeless.

His face was pale. All of the pink shade had washed out. His lips had swollen and become a bright red.

Though, bad as he looked, I leaned down and kissed him.

It wasn't one of those quick kisses where you would just peck their top lip and pull away without a spark- no, it was one of those long, passionate kisses where you were caressing each other's cheeks and pressing your noses together. It was one where you could feel the warmth of the other person.

You could feel their heartbeat against you, and feel it race whenever you touch them and know that's the reason that their heart is going so quickly. Because they love you.

After a while our lips parted and I rested my forehead on Niall's. His breathing was slightly heavy, and even though his cheeks had been pale and his eyes had been dull before, he seemed a little more alive now.

Niall lie there carding his hand through my hair, occasionally brushing his thumb across my jaw.

His gaze locked with mine and he murmured, "You're so beautiful."

All I could do was smile the slightest bit. There wasn't much I could say to reply to that and not make an awkward silence. Then again, me not saying anything was causing a silence anyway.

"I'm so lucky to have you." Niall whispered, a smile on his face.

"Niall? Why did you cut yourself?"

Niall's smile faded and he pulled his hand away, and immediately I regretted asking him that.

Niall looked down slightly. "I just felt.. Lonely, you know."

"But you have me. I'm enough, aren't I?"

"Yeah, baby. More than enough- I really don't deserve you- someone as sweet, pretty, funny.. You're seriously everything."

"Then why cut?"

"I felt like you didn't like me, and I know it's horrible to doubt how you feel about me but it just seemed like you liked me because of the fame and not the heart, but now I realise you love me for the heart. You don't care about the fame, and it's another thing I absolutely love about you."

My smile came back, and yet again, I couldn't say anything. I felt like I didn't need to say anything else. Everything had been said- we loved each other.

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After the paperwork, we had checked out of the hospital. Niall was under strict orders of eating, staying hydrated, and getting rest- which of course was the first thing he got. Rest.

He walked right on up his staircase, into his bedroom, and he fell right into bed.

I stayed downstairs going over Twitter, though.

I also spent half of my time dragging people on Twitter who hated on me for going out with Niall.

In the middle of talking to a (somewhat) understanding Liam stan I received a few texts.

Three from Louis and one from Anna.

Anna: Hey you there?? Niall back from the hospital?? He ok? Mum dropped her phone and it cracked, btw, so if you need her just get me

Boobear: hey harry wants to know if niall is up

Boobear: and me

Boobear: idk

Me: Niall's asleep atm..

Boobear: oh.. we can still come over yeah?

Me: mm sure :)

Boobear: IM ON MY WAYYUA

Me: lmao okay, just be quiet when you come in

I switched off my phone and ran upstairs quickly to get into actual, clean clothes.

I just decided with some yoga pants and a tanktop.

I threw them on before taking down my hair and redoing it in a ponytail. I then ran downstairs.

A few minutes later I could hear Louis and Harry knocking (or kicking, I wasn't quite sure) on the door.

I jogged over to the door and opened it. Immediately Louis had me in his arms and had lifted me up.

"Hey Lou," I managed to squeak out, seeing as he had me tight in his arms.

"Hey!!" Louis cheerfully yelled before setting me down.

Harry didn't jump on me as much as Louis did, just walked up and hugged me before pulling away quickly.

"Niall's upstairs?" Louis asked.

"Yeah, but you might want to leave him to sleep. The nurse-"

I didn't get to finish my sentence before Louis and Harry had ran off upstairs. I rolled my eyes with a small sigh before heading up after them.

Soon I got into Niall's room and saw him sitting with his head against the wall and a smile on his face as he watched Louis. His face still looked a little pale, his eyes were still dull, and his lips were a bit swollen, but he looked happy with Louis and Harry here.

"Hey. You're awake." I said as I walked in.

Niall's eyes immediately turned towards me and he was up on his feet and walking towards me, his arms outstretched.

"Hey babe," Niall murmured in my ear as he traced a circle on my spine, his chin tucked slightly into my shoulder.

"Hi."

"How long have I been out?" Niall asked, still not pulling away.

"Only an hour or so before they," I signaled towards Louis and Harry with a small nod of my head. "Woke you up."

Niall chuckled and pulled away. "When am I off of rest?"

"Whenever you feel like it, I guess. They never said a specific time, just in a day or two and when you feel better."

Niall nodded and backed away, looking back towards Louis and Harry. "I feel better."

"You still have to rest and eat like you were told."

Niall turned back to me.

"I never said I was okay, though."