Prince Charming

Cashing In That Favor

*TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of self harm, eating disorder*

♡Niall's POV♡

1D had a recording session, and Anriette had started dance classes again, one of the many talents of hers I learned about in the few months that we had been dating. We dropped her off around 1:00 and went to the recording studio. Her dance class got out at 4:00, and our session got out at 4:30. "We'll be out at four thirty, back by six. Got some grocery shopping to do, love," I gave her my set of keys and kissed her as she got out of the car.

"PDA!!" Louis screamed, covering his eyes with one hand and Liam's with the other. She was wearing my Crazy Mofos shirt and a pink skirt, and entered the dance center doing turns, waving at me each time her head faced our direction during a spin. I couldn't help but smile.

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I came home to see Anriette curled up in a ball in the corner, screaming and crying. I dropped the groceries to the floor, the milk and eggs exploding everywhere as I ran to her side.

"Anri! What's wrong?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes at seeing her in this much pain.

"Niall..." she groaned, clutching her stomach. "I think I need to cash in that favor."

I nodded; she was referring to the deal we made at the mall a few weeks ago.

"Zayn! Call an ambulance!" I yelled, picking her up and moving her to rest on the couch.

"Oh my god. What's wrong!?" Louis and Harry cried, rushing to her. Her forehead was sweaty and she felt hot, and screamed in pain every three seconds.

"I don't know," I whispered, a tear rolling down my cheek.

The ambulance was here within four minutes, and had loaded her in the back.

"Two of you can ride with her."

The woman said, urgency in her voice. Louis and I quickly climbed In, and the boys followed behind in their own cars. I could tell when she was lying down the pain was worse, and she squeezed my hand as hard as she could before I felt it go limp as she blacked out.

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I paced back and forth in the hospital waiting room, growing more and more anxious and impatient with every minute. We sat for what seemed like hours to me, but was really only half an hour, until a nurse came out holding a clipboard, a concerned expression on her face.

"Are you here for Anriette?" she asked.

"Yes! How is she? What's wrong?" I asked, my voice cracking a little.

"She woke up immediately after we set her on her bed, and began screaming for you. But she's doing okay, now. We sedated her."

"Sedated her?" Louis asked, shocked.

"Let me see her," I demanded.

"We can't. Not until we're finished."

"Finished?" 

"With X-Rays. It should be nothing serious, but we have to rule out all possibilities."

"Like what?" Liam asked.

"Well, it could be anything from food poisoning to a tumor."

I sat with my head in my hands for an hour, as Louis and the boys tried to comfort me. They didn't do a very good job, as they were just as upset and worried as I was.

"She could die," I whispered.

"No Niall, she won't die. She could've died when she being held at knifepoint. She didn't die then, she won't now. They're just trying to rule out all the possibilities, remember?" Liam said, taking my hands off of my face and hugging me.