Liam Payne's Step Sister

61: I Can't Come Home

Ellie's P.O.V

About 3 hours ago, I woke up with a killer stomach ache. Tomorrow I was going home. Louis had left the night he got here and it was only Jenna and I this morning because everyone else was busy doing something else for the second part of the awards later that night.

I normally would've ignored it but I started to get lightheaded so often I was surprised I didn't pass out.

The doctors have said that I would have to stay in the New York Hospital for a week.

A week.

I hate to be the one to tell the boys but Jenna doesn't deserve that kind of responsibility.

"Niall?" I croak once he picks up.

"I miss you, Princess. Are you on your way home?"

"About that... I have to stay in New York another week. It kills me to say it but, I won't see you for another 6 days."

"What? Why?" He starts to panic.

"I'm... I'm in the hospital. I've got a major stomach ache and I'm lightheaded so the doctors think I should be here for a bit. Jenna's here with me so I'm not alone. Don't worry about me, ok?"

"I'm coming to New York." He mumbles before hanging up. I try to gather the energy to call him back and stop him but end up blacking out instead.

                              ~*~

"I need to see her!"

"Sir, visiting hours are over and she's in unstable condition."

"Please!"

I blink open my eyes and peek out from under my blankets.

"Niall?"

"Princess." He lets out a relived sigh as he walks past the doctors and hugs me.

He was a mess. Puffy eyes with tear stained cheeks with the matching bit of messy hair. The look you get when you stressfully run your fingers through your hair and practically rip it out.

I hear the aggravated mumbles of the doctors as they close the door and leave Niall and I alone.

"I told you I was fine."

"I told you I was coming to New York and look where we are now."

"Don't you have a concert tomorrow?" I gasp as reality hits.

"I'd rather take care of you. The fans would understand." He assures me.

He drags the back of his hand over my cheek and sighs.

"You're so cold..."

"You're pretty hot."

"I'm serious. I'm so sorry..."

"Hey. It's not your fault." I say as I run my fingers through his hair to try and give it in its usual cheery quiff and he gives me a slight smile at the action.

"Niall? Can you sing to me?"

"Anything for you."

He softly sings the words of I Do Adore as he strokes my hair and twists bits and pieces of it.

"Every little thing you do, I do... Adore." He sings as he presses his lips to my forehead.

"I love you." I whisper.

"I love you so much." I repeat.

The door creaks open and a older nurse steps in.

"I'm hungry." I whine to Niall, trying to trick him into leaving. He gets up and grabs his keys before giving me a smile and walking out to his car to get lunch... Or dinner. I have no idea what time it is.

"Is it ok if we ask you some personal questions for your medical record and treatment?" The nurse asks.

"No problem."

"Were you abused as a adolescent?"

"Um... Yes."

"By whom?"

"Father." The name rolls off my tongue and gives me chills.

"I see. It seems like your previous... situation as a child has affected your brain and memory. If you're not treated correctly, it could result in amnesia later in your life. You could possibly forget everything you've ever known." She explains.

"Do you want me to tell the man who was in here with you about your situation?" She continues.

"No. I'll tell him. Thanks for letting me know." I tell her before she steps out the door.

I look through my Twitter to see news about Niall.

1D Star Ditching The Boys For Girlfriend In New York? Fans Angry At Niall Horan For Not Coming To The 2nd Concert In Wembley Stadium.

The door creaks open and my little blonde Irish boy peeks in with a stupid grin on his face.

"Subway?" He shrugs with a green and clear plastic bag in his hands.

"Yes please!" I reach my hands towards him in a pretend effort to get the sandwiches. He reaches in the bag and pulls out one of the three sandwiches before handing one to me.

"Who's the other one for?"

"Me."

"Well... What about the last one?"

"You've been away from me too long. They're both for me." Niall explains with a cheeky smirk on his face.

"I should've known..."

"So do you know why you're getting lightheaded yet?" He asks through a mouthful of sandwich.

"Uh... Something about my coma. I need surgery." I lie, shrugging it off.

His eyes fill with worry and he wraps his arms around me and buries his face into my neck.

"I'm so sorry this had to happen to you..." He murmurs.

He suddenly disappears out the door and returns a few minutes later.

"You can go home later tomorrow. They just need to do the surgery tonight and make sure you're ok for a few hours before you can leave." Niall informs me as he takes a seat in the plastic chair next to my bed.

"I promise I'll take care of you, ok?" He says as he takes my hand in his.

"You're such a sweetheart. But we both I'll have to take care of both of us." I jokingly smirk.

"Yeah... You're probably right." Niall sighs as he scratches the back of his neck and gently chuckles.

"I'd better leave before they kick me out. I'll get a hotel for 2 nights so we can make sure you're better then we can go home. Ok?"

"Sounds perfect." I yawn as I wrap my arms around my pillow.