Confessions of a California Girl (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 18 - Wide awake.

Previously:

"Brooklyn, you have some visitors" The blonde nurse smiled, holding the door open as five figures walked into the room. It was dark in here, so I couldn't see who they were from their position at the door.  

One of them walked up to me, and it was then I realised who it was. The blonde hair, blue eyes and smile that could brighten anyone's day. Niall.

"Oh Brookie" He cooed, taking a seat on the edge of my bed. I couldn't help myself, but tears started streaming down my face at a rapid pace, as loud sobs escaped my lips.

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-Niall's P.O.V-

I had only just made it off the stage, before Paul took off after me, literally tackling me to the hard, cold floor. I didn't care one bit, in fact, a loud laugh bubbled from my lips, it was the happiest I had been in weeks.

"Niall, what in the world are you doing?! You have a concert to finish!" Paul gushed, picking up my giggling body, gripping me shoulders and shaking me slightly.

"I'm sorry" I laughed, before quickly composing myself. "But I just got a call from the hospital, Brookie is awake!" As the words escaped my lips, Paul's hands dropped to his side, a huge smile finding it's way to his face. And seconds later, the rest of the band was standing around us, yelling cuss words at me for taking off and not giving anyone a reason why.

"Guys, he has a perfectly good reason, don't bring the poor lad down" Paul hushed, slapping his hand over Louis's mouth as it looked like he was about to scream. This shut them all up, Zayn getting impatient at the deafening silence.

"Brookie is awake" I mumbled, casting my eyes to the floor, a light blush coating my cheeks for some unknown reason. The silence again, was deafening, making me worry slightly.

"Shit, let's go visit her!" Harry screeched, earning glares from the crew members who were running around, trying to keep the audience entertained.

"I'm sorry boys, but you can't leave the concert. No matter how much I want you too, there's only half an hour left. Finish up and ill get someone to drive you there straight away" A deep voice called from behind Paul. We all jumped, turning our heads so fast, it wasn't human. And there stod Simon, eyes glimmering in the light and a small smile on his face.

"Go, finish up boys" Paul smiled, gesturing for us to run back on stage and get the last 30 minutes over with. And that's exactly what we did, but in style.

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The second the last beat of our final song, echoed off the arena walls, the 5 of us boys shot off stage and were fighting to get our ear pieces off. As soon as I had mine unhooked, I bolted to the back door, almost slamming the door behind me and I literally dove into the limo that was waiting close by. A few minutes later, Harry, Louis, Liam, Zayn, Paul and Simon, were all rushing, tumbling over each other as they all climbed into the limo with me.

"To the hospital!" Zayn yelled to the driver. "And step on it!" And that's exactly what the driver did. What would normally be a 30 minute drive, ended up being 15 minutes, and how he did it without being pulled over, is a mystery to all of us. I was running out of the limo before the driver had even stopped, ignoring the calls of the others behind me. I didn't give a damn, I wanted to see Brookie, now! I got through the doors, only to see an elderly couple standing at the desk, talking to the receptionist. Standing behind them, I got impatient. The boys, Paul and Simon joined me not long after, all whispering loudly to each other.