Back to Reality: Niall's Cancer Battle sequel

Chapter Two: Mind Tricks

Chapter Two: MInd Tricks

*Niall's POV*

"So I was thinking," Louis says, looking over his shoulder quickly for any traffic before pulling into the right lane, "that we go out and celebrate your birthday with a couple rounds of beer." He gives me a smile, but my insides clench.

I clutch the door handle tightly, moving as far back in the passenger seat as I can. The truth is that I can't stand the front seat right now. My mind keeps replaying the scene of the lads in a car crash. It's still so weird that I had experienced parts of my dreaming in the other lads' perspective. Not only is my mind fucked up, but the lads' minds within my mind is fucked as well.

Talk about confusing.

"Nialler? You there?" Louis asks, looking at me concerned.

"Yeah, yeah. Just keep your eyes on the road, would you?" I don't mean to sound rude but Louis does tend to be the reckless driver. I'm sure that hasn't changed since I've been out.

"Lou, Niall's right. It's no ones benefit if you kill us on the way to the hospital," Harry chuckles from the backseat. I wince at his words but none of the lads notice.

"So beers afterwards? You still haven't answered my question."

"I think we should celebrate by taking him-"

"-Skydiving!"

"No way! I hate heights."

"How about six flags?"

"Are you crazy?! Roller coasters?!"

"And the height? Hell no. I agree with Harry on that one," Zayn says.

Everyone starts talking over each other.

The air suddenly feels to hot. The room in the car feels stuffy. My hands become clammy.

"I'm telling you lads, beers is the best deal."

"Some of us would like to not have a hangover tomorrow."

"Shut up Liam, just because you don't like to drink, doesn't mean we can't have fun."

"Oh you can have fun, Lou."

Block them out, Niall. Block them out.

Louis swerves, his driving becoming out of hand as he argues with the lads about what to do later today. My stomach flips and I squeeze my nails into my palms, willing myself to calm down.

"Niall."

"Niall!"

"Ni?"

"Hellooooooo!"

I lose it. "WHAT?!" I screech, and turn in my seat to glare at them all. They stare back at me with wide eyes. "What do you want?!" I demand, desperately wanting for them all to just shut up.

An awkward silence takes over the car. The lads stare at me with confused eyes. Louis coughs and I turn to him.

"What?" I ask, annoyed.

"Why are you yelling?" Louis asks cautiously, weighing his words.

"Because you all keep talking over each other and it's driving me insane!"

Zayn leans forward in his seat, his brown eyes set on my kindly. "Um, Niall? No one said anything..."

I can't help but laugh at this. "No one?! Are you sure about that?! I'm not deaf you know." The mere thought of them thinking I wasn't listening just blows my mind.