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CHAPTER 1

"Where is he!" I franticly shouted. Everyone just stood there and stared at me, giving me strange looks as if I had gone mental.

My eyes landed on the front desk of the hospital, "I..I" I stuttered "Do you know which room Niall James Horan is in?" I quickly spat out. The nurse looked up at me with a face I could not read.

"I'm sorry but there is no one by the name of Niall James Horan in this hospital, you must have the wro-".

"WE NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE" yelled a paramedic.
My throat hitched as I saw who was on the stretcher.
My best friend, my only one, my lover. There he laid, still with no movement, not even a single twitch.

He had a deep gash on the top of his pale forehead, a cut between his lips, and a bruised cheek, the rest of his body covered by sheets. He looked broken and lifeless.

"What's wrong with him, what happened?" I yelled as I ran along his stretcher with paremdics poking needles into his limp body. Nobody was answering me. No one was acknowledging me.
Just as the doctors and nurses were about to go through to the surgery room a man held me back tightly.

"Let go of me! that's my boyfriend." I yelled.
"I'm sorry miss you can't go in there." he spoke gently.
I thrashed in his arms, trying to get through. I gave up as soon as I saw the two doors shut. Niall nowhere to be seen.

You know that moment when everything just stops and everyone rushes past you like your invisible to the universe, well I guess that's me right now. I want to scream, yell, shout at the person who did this to him.. to us!

I sat on the edge of the cleansed hospital chair, waiting in anticipation. It had been 2 hrs since they rushed him into the surgery room.
Every few minutes I would ask if there was any more news, but the lady at the front desk just shook her head. How did this happen?
Why did this happen?
What's wrong with him?
Was it my fault?
All these questions were going through my clouded mind. No one being able to answer them.
This wasn't supposed to happen he was suppose to come home after his already delayed flight and he would bring a some sort of expensive gift from his trip that I always pleaded him not to. He would have been full of excitement, jumping around at the news I had to yet tell him.

I looked down to my flat stomach, tears springing to my eyes as I layed my hand firmly on my stomach.
"He will be alright. He's to strong for this."

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Well first chapter. yes its short! they will get longer! hope you guys will like the story! Please vote! Love H.