Cold. (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty Seven

NIALL'S POV

        "What's happening?" Harry pulled me aside once Gracie left to go see Kristan.

        I took a shaky breath. "She's dying,"

        Harry's eyes widened. "She...what?"

        "The doctors said she had a lot of hemorrhaging inside her body," I tightened my fists in anger for the first time in a long time. I couldn't believe what had just taken place, an innocent girl was about to die in there right now. I sat down in a chair mulling over our conversation.

        "Niall," Kristan reaches out blindly trying to find mt hand.

        I gave it to her of course feeling her tiny crippling hand in my larger one. She had been even more of a mess since Gracie rushed to America to save her mom. She weakly squeezed my hand making me wince. I hated seeing her this way. As an angel I couldn't do anything, and that frustrated me. It was...illegal for me to stop the inevitable. Not that I could do anything anyway.

        "I'm here," I mutter softly.

        "Niall," She repeats my name again. "I'm going to die, aren't I?"

        "Of course not!" MY heart hammered painfully in my chest. Because I knew she was right, but I didn't want her to be.

        She smiled weakly. "Don't lie to yourself for me Niall; we both know I don't have much time left."

        I tightened my other fist. "You don't deserve to die,"

        She shrugs. "That doesn't matter. I am dying; we all have to face it." See then chokes back on tears. "Niall...I...I never got to tell you how I feel."

        I squeezed my eyes shut. No, no I didn't want to hear this. Not right now; especially like this.

        "Please...don't," I beg in a tortured whisper.

        "Niall," She says more firmly, and she repeats to do so until I fully look at her.

        I took a deep breath. "What is it?"

        "I love you," She answers coolly. "I used to be just a fan, but I've noticed how much more kind and gentler you are in person, if that's even possible. I've fallen in love with you...but now..." Tears spilled down her cheeks, and she smiled bitterly. "Well, talk about bad timing,"

        I couldn't resist reaching over and wiping a tear from her eyes. "Don't cry, Kris," was all I could whisper.

        "I rarely cry," She sniffs. "Just let me; just this once."

        I nodded wrapping my arms around her allowing her to cry into my shirt wetting it with tears. This was the least  I could do for her. My heart pounded in my chest yet again as her sobs went louder. I know I had certain feelings for her, but I couldn't pin point exactly what they were. Even for being an angel feelings were confusing.

        "I could die in your arms," She murmurs after her sobs quieted.

         I kissed her hair tenderly. "Don't do that; you still need to talk to Gracie, right?"

        She giggles, even now, in spite of everything. She definitely left me in awe. "Figure of speech, Niall."

        Maybe once I returned to heaven, she could be mine. I held her tighter; even so we'd be far apart for a fairly long tine. I couldn't just go back to heaven whenever I wanted to. Besides, only when Harry achieves his mission will I be able to go back to heaven. And even then, this whole Dolor mess could be cleaned up. But I couldn't do that to the rest of the guys. I couldn't break up the band with my selfish reasons. But she could visit me since I can see spirits. If she wanted to do so.

        "I'll find you again, Niall." She whispers into my shirt before falling asleep in peaceful breaths.

        "I know," I couldn't bring myself to repeat her love, even though she was asleep. All I knew was that I had strong feelings for her, and I'd probably never feel this way again.