Angels of the Underworld

Chapter nine-life is good

Liam's pov

I'm just sat in the corner of the hospital room watching Alex coo over Niall and vice versa. It makes me sick. I hate how after everything Niall said yesterday he gets her back almost instantly. He has her wrapped around his little finger and I'm not sure that either of them are aware of it.

It's painful to watch actually because as much as I slag her off I really miss Danielle and everything about her. I miss her touch and warm smile when I walked in the door mostly as that was the thing I loved about her most. Obviously she wasn't perfect, nobody is but she wasn't far off of the mark at all.

"Liam mate I'm gonna go out for about an hour but can I speak to you first please?"

Niall turned to me his eyes sparkling and his face full of hope. I'm surprised actually because normally he's terrible for manners.

"Erm yeah sure go ahead"

I say shrugging my shoulders. He rolls his eyes and motions to a sleeping Alex.

"Outside Li duh. Just in case she hears"

He answers me as if I'm stupid. I sigh and get out of my chair but by the time I'm out of my chair I see Niall has dashed across the room and is out of the door motioning for me to hurry up. God that boy moves fast.

"Jesus Niall what is it?"

I ask rather impatiently as I'm making my way out of the door. He doesn't reply, instead he watches the door close and makes sure it's shut properly until at last he opens his mouth to speak.

"I need your opinion on something Liam"

He looks at me both nervously and expectantly, like a little boy on his first day of school,which is funny because it doesn't match his exterior at all. He's wearing a suit jacket with a packet of B&H gold cigarettes sticking out of the pocket, a grey t-shirt with a heavy gold chain on his neck,tight jeans and black supras.

"Well?"

He's looking at me even more expectantly now, shit how long was I zoned out for?

"Yes Niall of course you can. I don't know why I have to keep reminding you that I'm your best mate and you can tell me anything"

I smile at him punching his shoulder in a light friendly way. This receives a bright expectant smile from him,jheez what's got him so happy? I haven't seen him like this in months.

"Liam I'm buying a ring today whilst Zayn is visiting. will you help?"

He blushes lightly, I raise my eyebrow questioningly.

"I'm proposing tomorrow"

"Oh"

Shit.

Louis' pov

Eugh why do I still feel like shit? I didn't even drink yesterday and I'm still hungover to hell. Well I say I didn't drink but I don't remember getting into bed, or anything that happened yesterday. I've basically lost two days into nothing, what am I doing? Wasting my life away is what I'm doing.

I manage to haul myself into a sitting position on my bed and stare into the mirror. I shudder. The man that stares back at me looks rough and sad, a ripped greeny/grey shirt with old black, faded adidas bottoms. I look like I've robbed a charity shop and thrown anything on. My hair is everywhere, stuck all over the place glued there with hair products from about two or three days ago. Oh my god my eyes are something else, their once bright colour has been washed out by the red that colours the rest of my eye and the rims around them. In other words I look shocking.