Magic (Niall)

18: Another World

*~Niall~*

I never left my phone, it was always in my pocket, even on stage. It didn't ring much, though, and there was no news about Maddie. Sure, it had barely been three days, but still. That did nothing to stop me from worrying. I legitimately wanted to be sad, but Louis wouldn't hear it, continuously causing me to laugh. I couldn't help it.

"Niall!" Louis called. "You left your phone on the bed! Someone's ringing you!"

I raced into the room as fast as I could, half-dressed because I was about to take a shower. I didn't look at who was calling me, I just put the phone to my ear and asked who it was.

"Niall! This is Eleanor. It's about Maddie. She's awake, and they did tests on her to make sure she was okay, and she is. She wants to talk to you."

"Alright," I said. "Put her on."

"Hey," she said. "I'm okay, before you ask-"

"You fractured a few bones, didn't you? Are you comfortable?"

"Uh, yes. My arm. And I'm comfortable enough," she replied.

"Are you sure you're alright? Is Luke with you?" I forced myself to say those words. But I had to admit that Luke cared about her, and I was hoping that he was there to make sure she was okay.

"He's not here. He . . ."

"Maddie, what's going on?" I questioned.

"Nothing. Nothing's going on."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," she said, sounding exasperated. "I have to go. I'll Skype you later, okay? I just have to go."

"Yeah. Okay. Bye."

*~Maddie~*

As I hung up the phone I collapsed onto my bed. I had a major headache and, in reality, wasn't feeling too good. I didn't let anyone know that, though. I tried my best to keep it to myself. I didn't want anyone to worry about me any more than they already did. They had to live their lives, their own lives, not spend them worried about someone like me. It was a measlycar crash; people got into them everyday.

I sighed, gazing at my ceiling. My room was large: Not too incredibly large, but it was a little spacey for just one person. It was a large house, I guess. The rooms were bound to be pretty big. The room was neat and clean- I just wasn't used to it. I would have to paint it a different color, since I wasn't a big fan of the color yellow. It was too bright, and hurt my eyes.

Eight months those boys would be gone. If we weren't staying there even past the summer, we wouldn't get to spend the whole three months with them. It was ridiculous. But, hey. At least Skype exists. I was going to Skype Niall after supper, which was in a couple of hours. I hoped he wouldn't be on stage at that point, because that would be incredibly embarrassing, and I really didn't want to disturb him or their fans.

I was a fan myself, but no one knew it except for my brothers and sisters, and they didn't seem to think it was so important that they had to let it loose in front of the boys. I'm just glad I have good self-control, otherwise I'd probably have been screaming in their faces. That's one of the things I remember: Being a major fan of them, particularly Niall. In his room, before, I saw that he had hung up that picture I drew of him. I didn't have a clue why he liked it so much. 

When I heard that management muted Niall's mic, I threw a major fit. It was the day I got home from the hospital after the car crash. I decided to take a look around the internet to see what I had missed and saw a bunch of fans on this one site fuming over them doing that. I myself figured I would just let it pass for now, unless they did something like that again. Then I wouldn't act so nice. I mean, come on, Niall had a great voice, and was just plain awesome. I didn't understand why management had to be so hard on him and not let him actually sing. What was the reason for that, in the first place? He was part of the band, right? He had the right to sing, too!

I had a cast on my arm that wasn't all that comfortable, but I was getting used to it. It would be on for a while, since it was broken and not sprained. The doctors said I was lucky, that not many people could get hit that hard by a car and only break an arm. I didn't think luck had anything to do with it. It was science.

Aidan was really looking forward to his birthday, his eleventh. I wanted to get him something good, but I didn't remember anything that he liked. Not a thing.

It was so quiet, like no one else was even there, or at least not talking. Like they were asleep, or something. But I highly doubted that, considering that it was barely three in the afternoon, and that was usually the hour my siblings were at their wildest. It was honestly insane the amount of energy they had when I came home, and that, I suppose, reminded me of my sixteen years back in America, when they would not shut up. Riley was quiet, though, and always complained about how loud I was. I wasn't loud! Or was I?

I didn't feel like I was in that room, or even on that planet. I was secluded in my own private galaxy, in my mind, just floating, peacefully, around outer-space. It became even more realistic when I closed my eyes, and I actually felt as if I was floating.