Falling For My Teacher

17: I Need Your Love

17: I Need Your Love

"Ryan?" My mom whispered as she entered my room. "Honey, we're leaving. Bronson is here. But he needs to take you downstairs for when Mr.Horan gets here. Do you need any help?" I looked at the boot on my leg, seeing that I was able to walk again. Barley though. 

"I'm good. Just get me Bronson," I replied wit a smile. She nodded, leaving the room so she could get my older brother. It's been a week. I haven't seen Harry, Zayn, or anyone in that matter in that week. I've tried calling Harry, but once. I don't want to come across needy. But I got nothing in return. Not a text, call. Nothing. 

"Baby sister!" Bronson said entering my room. "How are you doing?" 

"Fine," I replied. He let me jump on his back, taking me down the steps. It was my first time leaving my room. Besides the bathroom and showering. Things like that. It was nice to finally see somthing than lights, pictures, and tv. My living room looked more awesome before the accident. And nothing has changed! 

"Do you need anything before I go?" he asked as he pulled on his coat. I shook my head as I stared out out the rainy window."Alright. Mr.Horan will be here in about 20 minutes. I told him to just walk in since you can't really walk..."

"I can walk Bronson," I snapped back. "It's just more... of a waddle."

"Whatever you say," he chuckled. "See you tonight." I nodded, watching him walk to his car. So that leaves me alone for 20 minutes. Parents gone, brother gone. I'm alone. For like the fifith time in the past three days. I hate this.

"Knock knock," I heard the familiar Irish accent say as he entered the door. He spoted me, face falling but smiling again once I smiled at him. "Hi Ryan."

"Hey," I smiled as he walked over towards me.

"How is your leg?" He asked.

"My parents aren't home. Neither is my brother," I said, letting him cut the act.

"Ryan," he sat down next to me. "I'm so sorry this happened to you. I- I should have ran after you. I should have done something." 

"Niall it isn't your fault," I stopped. "It just... All happened so fast. I didn't see it coming."

"That's no excuse Ryan," he whispered. "You are hurt. And I should have followed you."  

"Niall please," I stopped him once again. "It wasn't your fault. It happened, and now it's over. So please. Can we just study?" 

"Uh yeah," he said pulling out some books. "Let's start then." 

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"Hello?" I asked answering my phone. 

"Hey," Harry breathed into the phone. Niall sat there confused as I smiled like an idiot. "How are you doing?" 

"I'm in a boot," I replied. "I can walk but not too much." 

"I'm sorry love," he replied. "I mean about everything. I didn't call. I should have made a visit or something. But-"

"I don't care Harry," I chuckled in reply. "I... I have other friends." I looked over and Niall who smiled to himself. "Anyways I'm doing school work. What's up?"

"I wanted to take you out tonight." My eyes widened. "It's more of a suprise that anything. But Zayn helped." 

"Uh yeah yeah," I replied more than excited. "I would love to!" 

"Good!" You could just hear the smile forming on his face. "See you at 8 then." 

"8. Sounds great," I giggled to myself as the thought of 8 and great rhyming. I hung up, smiling down at my hands then up at Niall.