Leaving You

Leah's P.O.V

I rummaged through my closet and dug out a dress. In all my years I never though I'd need this dress. It definitely wasn't white. It was black.

"Leah ? You almost ready ?" A red eyed Zayn asked. He didn't want to be late to Niall's funeral. Suddenly in the middle of last night he died. I was awaken was a crying Harry. He pulled me over to Niall's bed where doctors were going bonkers. They were yelling and screaming medical terms at each other. My heart was racing at the scene of a convulsing blonde man. Suddenly he stopped, as did his heart beat. Chaos errupted and tears flew. He died.

"Yeah I'm coming." I shouted from the bedroom. I snatched up my things and threw them into my bag. Tears flooded my eyes as I took Zayn's hand. He led me to the car which led me to the massive church where the service was. His hand led me to our reserved seat at the front of the mass room. Practically everyone was in tears. Niall's family was in hysterics.

Before I knew it, it was time to say our goodbyes to the body. My turn came and I froze. The sight of the bubbly Irishman was too much. His face was pale white, eyes staring into the distance. Suddenly his body shrivelled up.

He turned into a skeleton and the casket slammed shut. Everyone began laughing at me. Maura, his mum, began crying out tears if laughter. Zayn was pointing at me and laughing. I began crying harder and harder.

Suddenly my eyes shot open. I stopped myself before I could scream out. It was just a nightmare I reassured myself. The sun from the following morning burned my eyes. I looked at the wall and it read 9:30. It was too early to even breathe ! However when my eyes spotted a white bed next to me I jumped up. Harry was sound asleep next to me but I didn't care.

"Niall !" I ran to the bed with full force. My figure almost crashed into the bar of the bed. Lying on the bed was a wrapped up Niall. His blonde hair stuck out at all angles from a bandaged head. Just below his blue eyes was a bruise. Cuts and bumps were all over his face and body. It was guy wrenching to see, but also reassuring.

I ran to his side and grabbed his hand. He was cold to the touch. My hands brought his close to me in attempt to warm him. Tubes ran from his mouth, nose, and arms and into machines. It was scary to know that they were keeping him alive.

My feet drew me from his grip and back to where I was seconds ago. I spotted a comfy Harry sprawled across the bed. My knees cracked as I bent down to his positioning on the bed.

"Harry ! Harry wake up !" I whispered loudly. He shifted a little, but continued to sleep. I lightly smacked his cheeks several times and his eyes fluttered open.

"Hey princess !" I smiled as he woke up. He frowned while stretching.

"Hey Leah."

"Someone's been wheeled in !" My voice rose up to his annoyance. At first he didn't get it, but he lept out of bed when he did. His small, skinny legs ran to the other bed.

"Niall ! Hey lad !" He yelled suddenly at his sleeping friend. Much to Harry's disbelief, he didn't wake up. Hands shot up to shield his eyes from the present situation.

"He's still in his coma." A raspy voice finally concluded. I only nodded. We both though once he got out of ICU that he'd be up, but he wasn't. Never once have we wanted to hear his accent so badly. I knew that we both missed our friend greatly. Him probably much more since he knew him four years longer than I did.

"Wanna go get breakfast ?" Harry asked.

"Where ?"

"I saw a McDonalds down the street. We can walk." I smiled and nodded. My tummy was starved.

"Do you think we can walk ? I need a walk." I begged. We'd have to be careful not to get mobbed. He huffed and obliged.

"Yeah sure." He grabbed his wallet and guided me to the door. I stopped just before I could exit.