Ch. 31
Three Rows Back
*Niall's POV*
I still sat there with Claire waiting for something good to happen yet nothing. Claire
had fallen asleep; it has been nearly five hours since the transfusion. The doctor said
usually it about the sixth or seventh hour is when the move and open eyes. Only two
more hours then. I didn't want to sleep and miss Addie waking up or even moving an
inch. I decided to go on my phone and she what the world is up to at this hour. I go on
Instagram and look up random hash tags and what not. I stalked a couple directioners
I bet they would love to hear that. I go on twitter to see what ever one is up to nothing
really caught my eye until I saw Louis' tweet '#staystronghorans' it was a world trend
now. I click to see some of the fans reactions and replies to this. Most of them are 'what
happened?!?!" Or " is Niall ok!?!" It was sweet that they are worried about me; but it's
Addie. I wanted to saw I'm fine and Addie is not. Then again I can't the only people
that know Addie is mine are my family, Claire's family, the lads and our closet friends.
Management doesn't even know about Addie or even that Claire and I are dating. Don't
forget that Ashton is ours also. That's a lot for one fandom to take in at one moment
1) the Irish one is taken
2) I have a kids that has my dna
3)I have 2 kids and one we adopted one
I wanted to tell them so bad but I don't want my queen, my princess and my little
fighter to get hurt. After Addie is leaves; I will have a meeting with management. I hate
meetings they are to serious and I can't sit still for a spilt second. Maybe later this
month we can talk about this. We have interviews this week and we can't reschedule
them and I don't want to go. I want to stay with Addie and make sure everything is
going to be okay. I will be there when she wakes up. I want to know that she's going to
be fine. I see Claire is flickering her eyes and humming a tune I don't know. I rustle her
hair and her eyes shot open.
"Good mornin' Claire." I say as I kiss her forehead
"Morning Niall." She replies with a smile.
"What were ya humming?" I question her.
"Oh that. It was nothing."
"We'll what song is it?"
"Mine." She says with a big cheesy smile.
"I want to hear it then."
"No it's not as good as yours. So...no." She said with smirk this time.
"I want hear your song."
"It's not really a song it's more like a poem with no chorus."
"I don't care I want to hear it."
