Falling For Styles {Niall Horan}

Chapter Thirty-Five

TOMORROW IS THE DAY I SING IN FRONT OF MY CRUSH CHRIS AND I'M SOO FUCKING SCARED I'M GONNA FUCK IT UP!!! WISH ME LUCK!! I’LL TELL YOU ALL HOW IT IS TOMORROW/THE NEXT DAY I UPDATE

The pic on the side is from The Last Song and it’s how I imagine Lilah in the waiting room minus the dress.

I posted this cuz I fucking can and cuz I wanna finish this by Friday hopefully!

Chapter Thirty-Five

–Lilah–

The calendar across the room said the 19th of December 2012 but my mind says the 17th of December. Every time I close my eyes I'm back at that alley two nights ago trying to save the love of my life while my ex tries to calm me down. When my eyes reopen, I'm stuck in the same hospital room, watching and waiting for Niall to wake up. By now, my hope for him stands on a thin thread.

Every now and then, the rest of the boys come in to see how Niall's doing and make sure that I'm doing okay. I always tell them that I'm holding up but that's the biggest lie I've ever heard.

I was being too broad. I had to narrow down what I was feeling. Numb was one of the biggest emotions. Guilt was another one. Scared was another onto the list. I couldn't forget that feeling of grief like Niall would never wake up. To say I was depressed was a huge understatement. What I was feeling is more... temporarily emotionally paralyzed.

I glazed over his body for the millionth time. He looked even paler. His lips were losing the color of pink that they always had. His eyes weren't fluttering like they were yesterday. The beeping on the monitor was the same, maybe even a millisecond slower. Was he getting better or slowly fading like the rest of them?

The door swung open as quietly as possible and in walked Louis. He comes some point every day as well. Except I don’t exactly let him go without telling him something he’ll never forget – this is all his fault. He tells himself that and I make my opinion clear – I will always hate him for this and ill never forgive him for this.  

“Is he getting better or worse?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“Does it look like I’m a doctor to you?” I retorted harshly.

“Don’t need to be all snappy. It was just a question.” He took a seat next to me in one of the chairs and looked at Niall. After a beat, he placed his hand on my knee and looked up at me. I put that leg over the other and focused on Niall.

“Look, I know you’re still upset about me ‘cheating’” – he even added the air quotes “– but I don’t think this is fair.”

“What’s not fair?” I asked, now turning to face him.

“Us hating each other,” he answered, “it was okay when we were more naïve but we’ve both changed. It’s not fair for the lads, the fans, or anyone really.” He brought up a good point.

“What exactly are you saying?”

“A truce,” he explained.

I scoffed, “sounds more like a goodbye than a truce.”

He sighed. “It’s a mixture…”

“Well lay it on me, Tomlinson.”

“I really like Eleanor –”

“– what a great way to start a conversation.” He glared at me so he could continue. I nodded, turning to face him all the way.

“As I was saying, she said she won’t get into anything that isn’t fully ended. She said that I was just looking for someone to love me because you weren’t around. If I get closure from you, I get her. It’s obvious you’ve moved on and I'm trying to but I can’t if there’s a road block. It’s just –

“– look you don’t have to explain. I get it. I'm kinda on Eleanor’s side with this one. I’m holding you back and I get it. I may not like that girl so much but we both deserve to be happy.”

“Actually that’s another thing.” He laughed dryly – something he only did when there was a bad or awkward… what did he do now?! “I brought her here. I wanted you two to at least try to figure out your differences.”

“You did what?!” he jumped at my voice meaning I had to take it down a notch. “Fine just bring her in,” I sighed.

He got up and left the room without another room. I placed my hand on my forehead and applied pressure to help me calm down. Don’t kill her. Don’t kill her. Don’t kill her. I kept repeating that in my head.

She walked in looking flawless as usual. I practically rolled my eyes at just what she was wearing; everything she had clutched onto her body was designer. That chant is starting to wear off affect really quickly.

“Hi Delilah,” she said calmly with a smile. I wanted to slap it off her so bad but I kept my hands to myself. My inner ghetto couldn’t be channeled right now; that’s reserved for desperate situations.

“Cut the crap,” I snapped, “let’s just get this over with so we don’t have to see each other ever again.”

“But we are going to see each other again. I’m friends with the lads so I'm going to be around a lot more these days.”

“Well whoopty freaking do for you. I’m not going to be your friend if that’s what you’re implying. You’re Upper East Side and I'm South Bronx. Sorry to break your bubble darling –” I said in a fake british accent “– that doesn’t and won’t work.”

“I'm not saying we need to be best friends. I just want us to get along or at least look like it, for the boys’ sakes.”

I acted like I was thinking about it for a few seconds. “No,” I retorted and turned around so I couldn’t look at her anymore.

“Oh come on, Lilah –”

 “– no you call me Delilah or you call me nothing.”

“Fine, Delilah, let me just make one thing real clear: my parents have a lot of money. I get a lot of money, enough money to buy a lot of things. We wouldn’t exactly hate each other if we both benefited from it. What do you say?”

Damn was this girl convincing. Someone hire a priest to get Louis and this chick married already! I mean I wouldn’t exactly be using her if we were pretending to be friends right?

“Fine, I’ll be your friend. Here are the rules: no boy talk, no giggles down the street, no ogling at high heels, and definitely no pink. No faking because I'm pretty shitty at lying. We can start when the hospital’s visiting hours are done. Are you on board?”

She did some sort of squeal thing that made me almost break my ear drums. She hugged me and I inhaled a large amount of her strong perfume that gave me the urge to puke. She ran out of the room, almost skipping which was even worse than squealing and hugging me.

I looked at Niall once more. He looked a little better than ten minutes ago which was some sort of good sign I guess. I smiled as his eyes started to flutter again. He was definitely getting back to normal.

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it out of comfort. I guess it was good to have another close girl friend besides Olivia, Abi, and Ali. If only Niall was here to smile at me or make some sort of snarky comment about how I acted. “You’re proud of me right Niall?”

I didn’t expect a response but oddly, that’s exactly what I got. He squeezed my hand and his eyes flew open. I gasped and nearly fainted at the sight.

“You’re back!” I whispered in surprise.

**A/N**

YUS MY LOVELY PEOPLE NIALL IS BACK AND LIVING AND BREATHING!!!

Next chapter is the last chapter EVER wahh!! I loved writing this at one point and it’s sad to see it go!

I'M GONNA WEAR A BLUE DRESS AND ALL DRESSY… WITH CONVERSE… WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD?!?!

Wish me luck with singing. I'm sad I'm gonna mess it up!

Comment and vote and shit while I shake as I freak out about tomorrow!!

Mare xxx