The Bucket List (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 17: Hopeless Horrible Hospital Visits.

I reached out to grab Harry’s phone before Louis could even lean over to read the message.

“Hi, this is Alice, Christina’s aunt,” I began to read the text message out loud while nervously pacing the dressing room, “She told me last night that she was hanging out with you and one of her good friends yesterday. I just wanted to let you know, that she went out surfing this morning and was attacked by a shark. A large chunk was taken from her leg and she lost a lot of blood. Other than a concussion and some bruises and cuts, she is doing well under her condition. She hasn’t woken up yet, but the doctors are expecting her to wake up soon. If you would like to come visit her, she’s at the Royal Oak Hospital in room 324. If you could please pass this on to her other friend that would be much appreciated,” I finally finished, breathing a heavy breath of air out. We all uncomfortably threw glances around at each other, not really sure of what to say. “We need to go see her,” I said, determined.

“I want to go see her more than anything, but we can’t now. We have to go to the meet and greet in ten minutes,” Harry said, looking up at me. In that moment, I hated Harry. I hated him for badmouthing me, I hated him for making me get in a fight with my best friend, and I hated him for not caring enough about her to go see her in the hospital.

“Harry’s right, people pay loads of money to go to meet and greats. We can’t just not show up,” Louis said, looking up at me regretfully.

“Then I’ll go alone,” I stubbornly said.

“You can’t,” Louis said as Geneva silently pushed Louis out of his char and sat me down in it to start on my hair.

“Why not?” I asked, defiantly staring at myself in the mirror.

“You don’t know where the hospital is, there’s not enough time, and if Adams finds out, he’ll flip,” Harry said.

“If you found out Louis was in a shark attack, you would go see him to make sure he was okay, even if it meant losing your job,” I said, angrily looking at Harry’s refection in the mirror. I waited as he stayed silent.

“We’ll cover for you,” Harry finally mumbled as both of them turned to walk out of Louis’ dressing room.

“Are you really going to go?” Geneva finally asked, continuing to look down at my hair that she had started to curl. I felt the heat of the curling iron against my scalp and a weighing fear started to creep into my mind. Would I really lose my job? Would Christina be okay? Would she even care if I came? Was I really going to go?

I sighed as I fast walked down a long hallway with white tiles and plain beige walls. I brought my white watch that was lined with small rhinestones so that I could check the time. 5:04. If I got back to the arena before six than I would hopefully be able to dodge the wrath of Mr. Adams. I was trusting Louis and Harry that if anyone asked where I was they would be covering for me… which probably wasn’t the smartest idea considering Harry and I weren’t on the best of terms at the time.

“three two four,” I said under my breath once I reached the room with a small tarnished plaque that had the three numbers written across it, hung beside the door. I slowly entered to find Christina stilly lying in a hospital bed. She was sound asleep and as soon as I saw her my feet lifted off the ground and on to my tip toes as if that was to make my steps quieter to keep her from wakening. I gasped when I got a good look at her. Everything that made me mad at her dissipated. She looked so helpless and broken. I silently walked up to her bed to get a closer look. There was a huge purple bump on her forehead and scrapes on her cheeks. I whimpered as if it was me in horrible condition.

“Please wake up, I need to tell you that I’m sorry,” I whispered as I looked upon her lifeless body.

“Is she okay?” I heard a voice whisper from behind me. It scared me half to death and I jumped as I spun around to find myself face to face with Harry.