*Niall POV*
"Niall, Niall, please wake up."
What. Wait am I dead. Jesus? Buddha?
"Niall, come on. You really should get up."
There's a light. It's getting slightly brighter. I'm scared to see what's on the other side of my eyes.
"Open your eyes Niall."
That voice... no. It couldn't be. *opens eyes
Liam!
"Oh, thank god you're finally awake. I was getting worried about you."
Wait, where am I? What happened?
"You're in my house. I saw you unconscious in the middle of the street."
Oh. Huh. You saw that then?
"Yes. Yes I did. Your head had a lot of blood coming out of it."
Really? I wouldn't think it would be worse.
"Worse!? What even happened?"
It's not your business.
"That may be true, but.."
But nothing. I'm not in the mood to be pestered by you. I am grateful that you helped me, I can handle myself. I'll be excusing myself.
(As I walked towards the door, Liam grabbed my hand again; his grip was much tighter than last time).
"You can walk out here, but just know I'll be there for you if you ever need me."
(I just ran out of the house. I didn't know where I was, but I knew I had to get out of there.)
Ah, right here. I can sleep here.
(I walked towards the park bench as I kneeled in the fetal position and fell asleep.)
OOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGG I'm sorry for not uploading in so long. I'm going to explain what happened with Niall in a later chapter. I'm going to write the next chapter Friday or Saturday. K? And comments would REALLY be appreciated. It feels like no one is reading this story at all.... Alright, bye. XOXO Silver
