| Maybe She's Not Back |
"I hope she's okay.." Niall sighed running a hand through his hair before heating his head in it.
"So do I." I replied sadly. When we got inside the emergency room the nurses took Abigail immediately into a room, resulting in us waiting in the waiting room. It's been about an hour since and still no update on how's she's been.
"Where is she." Someone panted causing me and Ni to look up. When we did we saw the other boys with sad looks on them.
"She's in the room vomiting up blood like she a been for the past few hours!" Ni. snapped.
"We're sorry we didn't believe you!" Louis said.
"She started to cry because you's weren't there!" Niall yelled standing up.
"We're sorry Niall. You were acting weird all week how were we supposed to believe you." Zayn shouted back.
"You didn't have to believe me, a good friend would've came anyways." Niall spat storming out of the room.
"Harry your okay with us right." Louis said.
"No, he was right, if you believed him or not a true friend would've went." I explained following after Niall. I found him sitting on the steps in front of the hospital.
"Hey buddy." I said placing my arm around his shoulder, taking a seat next to him.
"Hi..." He grumbled.
"Don't think about them, they're idiots." I said and he chuckled.
"I'm not, she's the only thing on my mind." He sighed.
"Me too mate, we just have to hope for the best." I explained rubbing his shoulder.
"I don't wanna hope, I wanna know." He whispered shakily.
"Come ere'." I said opening my arms which he dived into and started crying.
•••Louis's P.O.V•••
"My best mate doesn't like me any more." I whispered falling down into the seat. It's feels horrible. Harry's been my best friend since 2010 and now this is happening. I know I was stupid not to come but, I just didn't believe him! I'm such a horrible friend. Niall's always there for me but I'm never there for him. I wish we could just turn back time, all my problems would be erased. I wish I wasn't famous, I love all the fans so much but I wish I could just be another normal boy walking on the streets of Doncaster again.
"Are you here for Abigail Horan." A doctor asked walking into our room.
"Uh yeah I'm her foster guardian." I stuttered standing up.
"Oh okay, we found out whats wrong and it's very serious." Dr. Mat said walking towards us. "We found out that she has multiple peptic ulcers and they are very large." He explained.
"What's a peptic ulcer?" Liam asked.
"A peptic ulcer is a defect in the lining of the stomach or the first part of the small intestine, an area called the duodenum. A peptic ulcer in the stomach is called a gastric ulcer. An ulcer in the duodenum is called a duodenal ulcer. That's why she's constantly vomiting up blood." He told us.
"How did this happen." Zayn whispered dropping his head.
"We don't know the cause yet, but this may also be a disease, or even death if not treated properly." He said looking at his clipboard.
"Death!" Liam gasped putting a hand over his mouth.
"Possibly, it's very likely with this disease. We're gonna do our best to help tho." The Dr said.
"Doc!" Niall an Harry yelled running into the room panting.
"Is she okay?" Harry breathed placing his hands on his knees.
"Well sh-" He started but I cut him off.
"I think it's better if we tell him Dr. But thanks." I said shooing him out of the room and sitting Niall down in my seat.
"Okay..." Liam breathed running a hand through his hair.
"She's sick. Very sick." Zayn said.
"Wh-What do you mean." Niall stuttered.
"Niall, she might die." I stated looking into his eyes with my watery ones.
Authors Note
Narry :')
Guys the story might come to an end soon :(
Butttttt I'm probably gonna make a sequel!!!
So if you want a sequel just comment telling me and if more than 3 people want on ill make it. But if not then this story will end :(
Thanks for reading!
See ya'
- Jc :-)
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FanfictionAbigail Horan. You may know her as Niall Horan's sister. You may know her as the small town girl no one really cared about. Or you may know her as a survivor. A survivor of mental, and physical abuse. Most of it was from others, but some was from he...