*Sorry for long wait. Do enjoy though :)*
Niall's POV~~
"Niall, I'm hungry," Mackenzie whined for the 3rd time, pulling at my sleeve.
"Then eat the soup."
"But I want real food. Like Mcdonalds or thise bread sticks from Olive Garden. Please?" She starred at me with puppy-dog eyes.
"Err, you know I can't help those eyes...," I give in.
I sit up off the hospital bed and put back on my shirt. The boys sat outside with the blinds closed so there was no worry of anyone seeing my wings.
"One bag of breadsticks from Olive Garden, coming up," I annonced, stepping out of the room.
"There better be more than one bag!" She called out behind me.
I rolled my eyes, shutting the door behind me.
"I'm going out to get food for Mac," I tell Liam. He nods and goes back to searching through his phone.
Exiting the hospital, I feel a chilling breeze against my skin. I wrap my arms around me, attempting to keep warm. The wind gave me an odd feeling, like something bad was going to happen.
I shrug it off. 'Stupid horror movies,' I say to myself. 'Giving me stupid thoughts.'
I climb into my car. I put on my black sunglasses and drive out of the parking lot to the nearest Olive Garden, singing a little tune.
'Baby come back. You can blame it all on me....'
My POV~~
"There better be more than one bag!" I called after him.
I sat back in my bed. I cringe as yet another cramp surges through my lower body. My muscles tighten and my stomach growls. I cough raidly until my throat is raw.
'It can't be hunger pains...right?'
The episode passes and I lay back down on the bed. I pant softly, sweat beading across my brow.
"Make it stop," I moaned softly, holding my stomach.
I reached out and pressed the button on the little handheld remote-thingy. A nurse came in shortly after. I hope the boys didn't see.
"What's wrong dear?" The nurse asked.
"My stomach," I groaned.
"Oh, again?" I nod, cringing as another episode arrives.
The nurse presses a cool rag to my forehead. It doesn't help any, but it feels good. I thank her.
"Any better?" She asks. I shake my head as the cramps continue.
She bites her lip and pushes the button above my bed. Soon, a team of doctors enter my room. Liam, Harry, Zayn, and Louis follow in behind them.
"What's going on?" Liam demands.
"We don't know," answered the nurse. "But she shows signs of fever and cramps."
I cough again into my hand. Through weak eyes, I look at my hand; red dots splattered on my palm.
"Oh crap. Is this good?" I ask, showing the doctors my hand. They gasp.
"Okay, we need to get her down to the O.R.," one of the doctors concluded.
The moved me to a stretcher and wheeled me out of the room. A nurse put an oxygen mask on my face.
I saw the boys' scared faces as I was wheeled down the hall. Right before the swinging doors closed, I saw a face that will haunt me forever.
Niall stood in the middle of the hallway, with an Olive Garden bag in hand. The boys put sympathic hands on his shoulder and their mouths were moving, but I didn't hear what they were saying. He didn't appear to acknowledge either of them. He starred directly at me, fear spread across his face.
The doors closed. Huge spotlights came into view, along with clanking of metal tools.
'Please don't let me die,' I pray quickly, before giving into the ansthesia.
*So...this is shorter than I thought it would be. Sorry about that :-/ but I still hope you like it :) vote and comment plz! .....Oh! Before I forget, I'm writing a new story My Second Life, which is another 1D fanfic. If you're interested :)*
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FanfictionMackenzie, a devoted fan, crept backstage in hopes of seeing her idols, One Direction. She is not disappointed, but she is surprised when she sees that each member has pure white angel wings, except for Niall. His wings are a dull black, practically...
