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[23] The Hospital.. Again..

Delinquent

[23] - The Hospital.. Again..

C h a r l o t t e

"Niall Horan?" The boys and I jumped up and rushed over to the lady.

"Friends?"

"They're his friends. I'm his girlfriend." I didn't know what else to say. We're a couple without a label.

She nodded and led us down the hall and to the right.

"He's in there, be careful though." She smiled sympathetically then stalked off.

Louis pushed open the door and let me in first, letting the rest of the boys follow through.

More tears welled up in my eyes.

There Niall was.
He was sat up at an angle and his bright blonde hair stuck to his pale forehead.
His eyes were closed and IV cord was hooked up to his finger.

My hand flew up to my mouth and I let out a strangled sob.

Zayn, Harry, and Louis came and wrapped their arms around me while Liam just stormed off somewhere.

"Do you want to see him, love?" Zayn whispered. I nodded and the boys let go of me.

I slowly walked over to Niall's sleeping body, letting my fingers drag lightly across the edge of the bed.

I entwined my hand with Niall's limp one, bringing it up to my face and kissing his knuckles.

I heard the door shut softly and I looked over to see that the boys had left me alone with Niall.

"Niall, oh Niall. I really wish this never happened. Maybe, just maybe, if I had never gone into that bathroom that day, we would've never made that deal. We wouldn't be in this situation right now. You wouldn't have went to jail. I wouldn't have gotten kidnapped. We would be living our separate lives and being teenagers. You would be okay. But, then I think, I like you. I like you lot. Wait, no I don't like you, I love you. You're my everything. I've loved the cuddles, kisses, and talks we've had. And how you always let me wear your clothes because you think they 'look better on me', or how you always peppered kisses down my neck to wake me up in the morning. Niall, you are a delinquent. You do bad things and everyone makes you out to be this terrible boy who sleeps with a different girl every night. Everyone makes you out to be a terrible, heartless creature. But truth to be told, you're just a broken boy looking for love. And I guess you've found it. I love you, my little delinquent." I leaned down and kissed his forehead, then his cheek.

I stared at him, only for a moment.
Then I gently laid his hand down, turning on my heel and leaving the room to go find the boys.

-

"Should we go find Liam?" I asked as Harry started the truck and began driving.

"He's at the place we were staying at, he just texted me." Louis replied, holding my hand in reassurance.

I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder.

Louis was like my best friend. He was like an older brother just as the rest of the boys were. They all treated me like a princess. Liam, well, he sometimes had outbursts and would get angry at me for no apparent reason. Zayn had told me it was because he had a bipolar disorder. I believed it.

Harry pulled up to the house and shut off the truck.

Louis jumped out, pulling me with him.

Zayn and Harry followed behind us as Louis unlocked the door.