Please, Just Leave Me To Die *Narry Storan*

8

Harry’s POV

It was around eight at night; visiting times were over but for some reason the doctors let him stay. Apparently I’d been unconscious for the past four days because of my little attempt. I wouldn’t really call it little though; I think Niall would agree with me that it was a pretty big deal. Truth be told, I think they felt sorry for me. It doesn’t take Einstein to realise that Niall had been the only one who’d visited me in the half a week I’d spend there. Even though Niall hasn’t admitted it, I don’t think he left that hospital chair for a long time, other than to shower and go to the bathroom and such. I think that’s why the doctors allowed him to stay; they must think that he’s my brother or something. Or my boyfriend/partner. Oh how I wish. Wait, I shouldn’t be saying that. He’s my friend for crying out loud! Oh god.

Me and Niall were watching some old movie on the little TV you get by your bed. I couldn’t help but wonder why I was in my own private room and not in a ward with other patients; it wasn’t like I could afford to spend money on medical bills and such. I was hoping that the NHS was paying for them, otherwise my Uncle wouldn’t be happy and I’d probably end up back in this place. Or worse, but I didn’t want to think like that. For once in my life I actually felt safe, away from the bullies and my uncle. Just me, Niall, crappy hospital food and an old movie. It felt natural.

Niall would let out a howl of laughter every now and again but I wasn’t really paying attention to the film. I didn’t even know what we were watching or what was happening.  I was staring at the TV screen more than watching it. Niall was too engrossed in the movie to notice though, which I was relieved about since he was the one on my mind. I wasn’t daydreaming about how dreamy his eyes are or how feathery his hair is, I thought about those things but they weren’t what I was daydreaming about, no. The thing that was nagging me constantly on the back of my mind was the question that I knew was bound to come up at some point. I couldn’t avoid it forever.

‘Why did you do it?’

The question was haunting me like a bad dream. It wouldn’t leave me alone nor let me think about anything else or concentrate on the movie. I knew that I couldn’t run for it forever, it just couldn’t be avoided. I’d like to think that he wouldn’t ask me, for my privacy. But I knew that he would and to be honest, he deserved to know the answer considering he was the one who found me bleeding to death in the boy’s toilets and saved my life.

Niall shifted uncomfortably in the wooden chair, trying to get comfortable by the looks of things. I couldn’t help but feel guilty, since I had been lying in this bed for the best four days while he’s been sat on a hard, wooden chair. His arse must have been so numb.

“Are you okay Niall?”

“Yeah, just got cramp” he chuckled, sitting on his foot.

I lifted up the thin sheets from the corner and patted the white mattress which was underneath, silently telling him to get into the single bed with me.

“Are you sure Harry?” he asked concerned.

“Yeah” I chuckled.

Niall walked around my bed and got in on my right side, so he would avoid the drip which was connected to my arm and other various wires coming in and out of my small body.

“Thanks”

“It’s the least I could do” I said truthfully.

He smiled up at me and snuggled into my shoulder as he continued to watch the movie, being careful not to hurt me. Even though he couldn’t really, he was as delicate as a baby chick in spring. An Irish baby chick at that, only cuter. Yes, that’s how cute Niall Horan actually is.