More Than This (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 18

Niall's POV

As soon as I knew Thalia is here tonight, I ran towards her and just hugged her. Everything that has happened between us the last time we were together, the accident, the fight at the hospital, just simply gone away as soon as I hugged my best friend. I couldn't help myself but smile as I hug her tight. But she broke the hug sooner than I thought. Why?

"You look sick." I utter as I look at Thalia while we are walking back to our friends.

"Yeah, I think I am." She whispers and she walks towards Marc and sit beside him.

It caught me in surprise as I thought she will sit beside me and I knew she would but apparently didn't.

I sigh.

"Niall!" Michael, another good friend of mine, screams my name.

"What?" I scream back at Michael.

"Sing for us!" He shouts again. God, I swear, he's drunk.

"Yes!"

"Sing for us, Nialler!"

"Niall! Niall! Niall!"

I look at Thalia sitting on some big stone on the ground and she is smiling at me. I nod and smile back at her. Another friend of mine passes the guitar to me and I start to pluck the strings.

"So I won't hesitate, no more, no more, it cannot wait, I'm sure. There's no need to complicate, our time is short. This is our fate, I'm you-o-o-ours ..."

After this humble celebration my family and friends prepared for me, people start to say their goodbyes and good nights along with "Congratulations, Niall!" and "Good luck!" My friends are still here though, still up for laughing our asses off together until sleepiness will take us down one by one.

"Nialler!" My closest cousin, Willie, calls me.

"Will,"

"Your friend Scolly is on the couch, asleep."

"What?" I chuckle. "It's Holly Scally, not Scolly!"

"Oh." He laughs at the crazy name he named for Holly.

"She told me she was going to the bathroom." I say and we both walk to see her.

She looks sick and all I can think is to find my mum and ask for help. But I remember my father drive her home and Greg went with them.

"Should I call someone?" I ask my cousin.

"Should we wake her up?" He asks me. "Where's her phone?"

"She is sweating. Willie, what do we do?!"

"What is happening here?" I hear a familiar voice behind us and I know it's Thalia.

"We don't know." Willie utters. "She's sick?"

Thalia kneels beside the couch and touch Holly's forehead. "Some water, please." She orders to either Willie or I. "Hurry!"