Forever Hidden (Niall Horan)

Chapter 15- Stay With Me

Shawn's POV-

My eyes fluttered open as light streamed through the window.  

Two warms arms wrapped around my waist and cool breath on my neck. I turn my head, away of hospital sheets and smells around me.  

Blonde hair and a sleepy face is the first thing that really registers in my brain. I try and turn all the way to face Niall but I feel an IV tug on my elbow. I use my other hand to brush his fluffy hair from his face, "Niall? Niall wake up."  

His blue flecked eye flicked open, wide and alert, "Shawn? Princess are you okay?"  

I nodded, giggling, "I'm fine Nialler. I'm fine. Where's everyone else?"  

He rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat, "They've got a hotel."  

"Aren't there visiting hours Niall?"  

He gave me a soft kiss, "Screw 'em."  

I smiled, holding his hand and poking at my IV. I always hated hospitals. To a nomad they meant capture and death. A machine beeped loudly as I poked at the other tubes attached to the needle. Niall mentally moved my hand away, "Don't touch anything Shawn."  

I frowned, "But Niiiaaaall..."  

A nurse came in. 

"Sir, for the last time, I'm going to ask you to get out of the bed, it's for patients only," the nurse told Niall, he grumbled. "Shawn," she pondered, "how are you feeling?" 

"A bit sore but not too bad I guess," I responded.  

"Okay. I'm just going to check your vitals." She approached my bed to observe my blood pressure and heart rate. When she finished she said, "I'm just going to grab the doctor, she's going to tell you what you need to do for your recovery."  

"Sure," I said before she left.  

Niall went to crawl back in with me.  

"Niall you heard her, plus I'm a bit sore. Why don't you just sit in the chair for now?" He looked slightly hurt that I didn't want him hugging me but c'mon, I just had surgery for Christ sake!  

Niall stood up and looked out the window. He sighed. "Come sit down hon, I'm just sore." I tried gently pulling him over with my power.  

"Fine," he said. He's such a boy, I smiled. He went to hold my hand and I gladly took it. "I love you, Shawn." 

"I love you too." He leaned over to give me a gentle kiss. I heard a soft cough. 

"Sorry to ruin the moment, but I'm Dr. Farrah Jones, I did your surgery. How are you feeling?"  

Dr.Jones took an hour to explain how my rehabilitation will work, how I can't lift anything heavier than 10 pounds, all of that fun stuff. She told me I will be quite sore for the time being and prescribed me some very strong pain relievers. Before she left, she handed me my hospital release paper and the nurse from before removed the many IV's and tubes from my body. They also showed Niall and I how to change my bandages before saying we could leave in an hour just to make sure my body didn't need the fluids the IV's were providing me.  

After an hour of boredom, Niall and I left the hospital and were off to see everyone at the hotel.

Niall's POV-

Over the next few weeks Shawn's chest healed nicely.  

The girls worked with her in the hotel gym, rebuilding her physical strength. Her and I also practiced in secret, working on new techniques in telekinetics and exercising the new found telepathy.  

Finally, one morning, Shawn sat down at breakfast and looked around suspiciously. Then I heard her talking to me, 'Niall I think someone's noticed you and the boys.'  

I looked at her, 'Yeah I know. I've had to hide from a couple people already.'  

'Niall. I think it's time you guys went home.'  

'What?! What about you?'  

'I guess I'll hit the road again. I heard there are a bunch of us gathering in Southampton to head to the Americas. Maybe Brazil.'  

"NO!" Everyone at our table started and looked at me. I stood up, "Sorry. I've gotta go."  

I walked out of the dining room as fast as I could without using my power.

Shawn's POV-

I got up and 'called' after Niall, 'Niall! Niall come back.'  

'Go away Shawn.'  

I rolled my eyes and sped up, "Niall!" I forced him to a stop, "Niall what's wrong?"  

"What do you think Shawn?"  

I stopped to consider this, "Um... the bacon wasn't crispy?"  

He swatted the side my head, "I meant you leaving dumbass."  

I rubbed my ear, "Oh... well I've caused enough trouble lately I figure I've seen enough of England."  

He looked at me, "What if you moved in with me Shawn? You wouldn't have to hide anymore. You could stay."  

I felt tears gather in my eyes, "You really don't want me to go?"  

"No I don't."  

There was a long pause. Finally I nodded, "Okay. I'll stay Niall. I'll stay."  

He wrapped his arms around me, almost choking me in an infamous Horan Hug, "Thank you."  

"Niall!" I squeaked, "I can't breath!"