That Text ~Niall Horan Fanfiction~

Untitled Part 14

Hey guys!! Please don't kill me!! I know i took honestly forever to finally update this story but, yes this is an update.^-^ & please don't kill me if I mess up some of the details!! I took a quick look through the story and read most of it. I'm going to give a quick recap and then we will be off with the first new chapter in probably almost 2 years!!((:

Recap; Christie accidentally sent a text to the wrong number by accident, this number happened to belong to Niall Horan. Mind the fact that Christie had known Niall before his fame and they were best friends but they lost connection. Christie's parents are abusive and Niall found out and went to pick Christie up so she would not have to live there anymore. He took her to his and the boys flat and is letting her stay with them. The boys got into a fight about her staying there because they just knew about the nasty text Niall had received from her. Due to the fighting Christie tried to leave and ended up falling down the stairs and getting a huge gash on her head causing her to pass out from blood loss. They are all in the hospital waiting for her to wake up and someone is tracking their every move. Niall is realizing how much he misses his best friend and Harry is forming feelings for a girl he doesn't even know.

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Niall's pov

I felt my head spring up and look around the room trying to figure out where I was. There was a white wall in front of me and a constant sound of beeping in my left ear. Looking over to the side of me I felt my features soften at the sight of the girl laying in the bed. I must have fallen asleep, pulling out my phone to check the time. "2:37 am" pooped up on the dark screen as with a series of text messages from the boys. I didn't bother to check what the messages said and i just put my phone on the chair and looked up at the girl who was laying on the bed. A small smile formed across my face and i reached out and grabbed hold of Christie's hand and gave a small squeeze. Whispering to myself, "Please wake up soon, we have so much to talk about".

After another 10 minutes i slowly got up and stretched while walking over to the bathroom in the hospital room. I opened the door and flicked on the light switch to my right, the room illuminating with a bright light. I closed the door softly behind myself, walking slowly over to the mirror above the sink. I splashed some cold water onto my face trying to wake myself up a bit. I quickly turned around and walked over to the door pulling it open slowly, flipping off the light in the process. I looked over at the bed and didn't see anything different, letting out a sigh of disappointment. Sitting back down in the chair next to Christie I grabbed her hand giving it a light squeeze and to my surprise i got a little one back. My eyes widened but not a word came out of my mouth, just staring at her.

I watched her dark lashes flutter open revealing her bright green eyes, that were once filled with so my life and were now dull and dead like. I watched as her eyes darted around the room with a look of horror and confusion spread across her face. Her eyes landed on me and she just sat there and stared. Her eyes darted down to our hands and she yanked her hand from my grasp. You could see how hard she was shaking by just looking at her and her breath picking up. "Hey, it's okay. Look at me" I spoke softly to her a look of sympathy spreading across my face.

Christie's pov

My whole body felt cold and my head was pounding. The bed underneath me was hard and uncomfortable, the background holding the steady sound of a heart monitor beating steadily. I just laid there not daring to open my eyes, afraid of what I was going to see. Why does this always happen to me? I squeezed my eyes shut tighter feeling tears starting to form.

I heard a door open and I relaxed myself and acted as if I was still asleep and waited. Hearing a small sigh that was barely audible and the squeaking of a chair next to the bed was all that could be heard besides the constant sound of my heart beat. My breath got caught and my throat and I didn't move a single bone in my body. A large hand grasped mine and squeezed it lightly, as if it was instinct I squeezed back. Eyes opening, my eyes started darting around the room with confusion and horror. Finally landing on the body that was sitting beside my body I took in the face. A look of surprise seemed to have filled the face. Feeling warmth on my hand, my eyes quickly shot down and looked at our hands. Quickly pulling my hand from his, the feeling of warmth immediately depleting.