50 Shades Freed

Chapter 19

Once we had gotten off the elevator we saw Zayn sitting in the waiting room. I quickly made my way over to him bending down in front of him. He looked down at me with slight shock before  whispering a small happy birthday bringing tears to my eyes. His face was covered in bruises but you could tell that he hadn't gotten the worst of the crash. "Where is everyone?" 

"They haven't told me anything...I don't know. They patched me up and I requested to be moved out here. I hate hospitals Niall" I lifted my hand moving his hair from his face. 

"I know sweetie. We will get you out of here as soon as we can" He places his hand over mine and we lock eyes for a moment and I think about how Harry must feel seeing us like this. I stand clearing my throat dusting off my pants. "Stay right here while we go check on everyone else okay?" He nods and I turn looking at Harry so that we can walk towards the front desk together. 

On the way to the desk Harry finally speaks. "You really love him..." 

"Harry please..."

"I'm not saying that you love him at the same capacity that you love me, but you can't deny it Niall a small part of you has a strong connection with the photographer." I roll my eyes. I hate when he refers to him as the photographer. 

"I love Zayn, because he's one of my best friends. Now can we drop this topic before it turns into some big argument. I've gone through enough today don't you think?" He nods dropping it and speaks to the lately at the desk. I run my fingers through my hair knowing for a fact that I look a mess. I've been tugging at the ends of my hair for what feels like hours. 

"Niall" I hear Harry say pulling me out of my daydream. 

"Huh?" 

"Zayn's father is in room 534 and yours is in 532" 

"I'm going to go check in on my dad, can you please go and check in on Zayn's." He nods placing his lips gently against my forehead before walking down the hall. I head to my fathers room preparing myself for anything. Hoping that I will be able to hear the sound of my father's voice once I enter that room. 

I reach room 532 and stare at the door for a moment before placing my hand on the cold door knob. I turn it slowly pushing the door open seeing two doctors standing over my father. The sight of him brings tears to my eyes. He's hooked up to so many machines. Both the doctors look at me and sniffle. "What's wrong with him?" 

"Excuse me sir but you can't be...." 

"Yes he can be." I hear Harry's voice behind me and I look back at him. Normally I would say something about him being rude but I have the right to know what's going on with my father. The doctors look at each other before sighing. 

"You must be Mr. Horan's son?" I nod "We are sorry to inform you that due to your fathers intense injuries he's slipped into a coma. We have him hooked up to the best medical equipment we have." 

"I...Is he going to wake up" I hiccup

"It's to soon to tell. But of course we hope so" They walk past Harry and I exiting the room pulling the door shut with them. 

"Baby..." 

"Please leave" I whisper

"Are you sure?" 

"Now" I say looking back at Harry and he nods leaving the room as well leaving me alone with my father. I walk over to the bed pulling a seat up. I place my hand on my dads wishing that he would wake up and wrap his arms around me. I sigh laying my head against his arm closing my eyes. '

"Don't worry Dad, I'm here" I wasn't going anywhere either. I had spent almost all my birthdays with my father and I wasn't going to change that now. If that meant that I wasn't leaving this room for the rest of the night I was fine with that.