Country Music Jesus (One Direction FanFic)

Chapter 8

Avalynn's POV:

"I hate this so much." I said with a flat, dull voice. Sarah chuckled at me, but she didn't get it. I was literally in so much pain, it ached every part of my body. Harry and Louis were whispering things into Niall's ears, and a blush would appear on his face. After every whisper, Niall would stare at Sarah, blushing. Obviously the whispers were about her and him, or he wouldn't be so red. I smiled at how adorable he is for her. Niall is literally so sweet, and probably everything Sarah's been wanting in a boy. It's so cute how quickly they've connected since their first text, and how ironic it is that they're here. I just wish I could forgive Zayn, maybe we'd be in a relationship of some sort. He never made an effort to call me when I texted him the news, he didn't even text back! I can't help but still be angry.

Suddenly, my bed dipped down. Harry's curls began to tickle my face, and I couldn't help but smile. No, I have no interest in Harry, just Zayn. However, at this point, I don't even know how I feel about Zayn. Maybe Harry can be my distraction of some sort, keeping me away from Zayn. "You're cold, love." Harry complained. I smirked, wrapping an arm and leg over him. He pulled me against his warm body, stroking my hair. I wasn't tired at all, I just didn't feel like joining a conversation, so I pretended to fall asleep. After a while, the boys began to talk about me, Sarah and other guy things. I opened my eyes just enough to see Sarah pretend to fall asleep too.

"You're making me jealous, Hazza, you're just such a flirt." Louis pouted.

"You fancy Avalynn too, lad?" Harry questioned.

"No, I mean i'm jealous of her! I should bein your arms instead, Harry!" Louis said, as I forced myself to keep a straight face.

"Well it doesn't matter, mate. I can't do that to Zayn. Maybe when Sarah wakes up, I could flirt with her too." Harry said. I could tell he was laughing by the way his chest vibrated against my head. "I mean, Sarah seems interested, yes?"

"Lad, hate to break it to you, but I think I like Sarah." Niall stated casually.

I opened my eyes enough to see Niall holding Sarah in his arms. Niall and Sarah were both on her bed tucked under the blankets. Sarah wasn't sleeping, but her eyes were closed and you could tell she was pretending. When Sarah is really asleep, she will scrunch up her nose and twitch lightly. Right now she's completely relaxed, so she's faking. Sometimes, I know her better than herself. "Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson? We're ready for concert two with the 7-13 year olds." Naomi - another nurse- smiled shyly.

Harry kissed my forhead, thinking I was still asleep, but I wasn't. I woke up in time to hug him, and so did Sarah. She smirked at me and gave me a knowing look. Yes I was fake sleeping Sarah. The boys hugged us goodbye and I got ready to take my pills. Naomi left with the boys as Sunny walked in with a large rolling tray. It carried my pills and needles along with a towel if I get sweaty, and a sandwhich for after.

Sunny was always smiling, so to see a new kind of smile spread on her face, I could tell something was up. She was nervous about something, and was forcin her smile. She was usually so happy, and I couldn't help but get a little bit nosey. "Sunny, why are you sad?" I asked.

"Fine, just fine. Why you ask, love?"

"You're forcin' a smile. What happened?"

"Now is not the time for talking. Later, love; I promise." She said, sticking the needle in my arm. She stuck the cotton ontop, whiping the dripping blood. Finally she put the bandaid on top, so the blood would slow down. Sunny quickly left, and when I looked at Sarah, she was holding the same expression I was; confused. She was thinking the same thing, I could tell. Why was Sunny being so secretive?