Wrong Number [N.H.]

Chapter 33

"Fuck, no, please don't stop here!" I yelled, slamming on the door of the lift as it went up to the level, slowing down.

It still stopped, causing me to let out a frustrated groan as people piled on.

I began feeling my claustrophobia kick in, and the fact that I was already worried about Mariah just made me feel sick to my stomach.

I was very unfortunate that one of the people on the lift knew who I was and wanted pictures of me, and I was upset to know that I probably looked pale and terrified and then that picture would be everywhere for the fans to see, and the last thing I needed was for them to worry about my health.

Not to mention that during the picture, I wasn't even smiling, my mouth was just partly open as if I was gasping.

The girl was constantly talking to me, and I think she started to realize how sick I looked because she started getting a worried look on her face.

"You alright, Niall?"

"Fine, yeah." I murmured, but just as I said that I began feeling myself grow dizzy, and my face grow hot- and then I just started shaking.

"Niall?"

"Fuck- I'm sorry, just claustrophobic."

"You're looking like there's more going on."

The lift started to slow down.

"Nope, nothing. Now bye love, have a good day." I said as the doors opened. I jogged out and towards my room, flipping my card in my hand and biting on the inside of my cheek.

I unlocked my door as soon as I got to it and ran in and shut the door behind me. I walked into the living room, just to see Mariah sitting on the floor, her head rested on one of her knees and one of her hands on the leg that rested on the floor.

When she heard me, she looked up, and I saw the tears running down her face, and there were only two words she had to say that sent me down towards her.

"Help me."

I picked her up gently and sat her down on a chair, letting her rest back before I kneeled down in front of her and looked over her leg.

"Mariah, where is it hurting- oh god."

I froze as soon as I saw a rip running through the knee of her jeans and blood seeping out of a large cut, soaking the surrounding material of her jeans. "Holy shit, Mariah..."

"It hurts.." She sobbed, biting her lip and moving her shaky hands down to rest just above the cut.

"Sit here, I'll just.. Um, call someone."

Mariah nodded and I stood up, taking my phone out and dialing Liam's number. He picked up on the first ring.

"Hello?"

"Liam, Mariah's hurt her knee pretty bad and she's bleeding and- fuck, I don't know what to do! I don't know if I get her somewhere, what to put on it.."

"It's okay. I'm coming."

"I feel so horrible for not knowing what to do, I should know these things, and now she's-"

I could hear Mariah gasp and I turned around to see her trying to get up.

"Mariah, just sit there. I know you're uncomfortable, but I don't want you hurting yourself." I said, biting down on my lip. "But I don't know what to do, Liam. Just hurry."

"You're doing fine, Niall. Just get her something to drink, Powerade or water maybe, just make sure she's cool, maybe wash off the cut if you can, get her an Aspirin... I'm headed over." He said, and I could hear a car door slamming on his line.

"Okay. Thank you so much, Liam. Bye."

I hung up and threw my phone onto the couch.

"Alright, Mariah, I'm going to go get you some Aspirin and some water, just stay put, alright?" I told her, and she nodded. I walked into the kitchen and opened one of the cabinets full of medicines and pills. I searched through some bottles before finding the Aspirin and setting it on the table. I then grabbed a cup and filled it with some tap water.

I poured out two Aspirin tablets and walked into the Living Room. I handed both of them to Mariah and then jogged back into the bedroom. I grabbed a pair of shorts she had left over here and walked back into the Living a Room.

"If you want to change into some shorts, I've got some you left." I said, watching her as she slowly got up.

"Yeah, thanks."

• • •

"Hello?"

There was a yell from the Living Room and then a door slammed. I ran in there to see Liam kneeled down in front of Mariah, putting something onto her knee and laughing at something she had said.

"It's only a small cut, actually. Here, just keep that on it, keep pressure on it while I go get a bandage and stuff." Liam said as he got up and walked back to the washroom.

"Didn't know Liam was a doctor, too." Mariah giggled, looking back at me. I smiled.

"Well, truth is I didn't know he was good with that stuff. I just figured he was the most mature one of all of us to do it and not freak out." I said and Mariah laughed, shaking her head.

Soon Liam walked back and kneeled back down in front of Mariah. He opened up a bandaid and put something on it before putting it on the cut. He then patted her leg and stood up. "Good as new. Now, don't go getting yourself hurt like this again. I actually don't know what the fuck I'm doing, I just went for it."

I laughed. "Good to know."

Liam nodded and smiled. "Anyways, gotta go. You can stay here with her if you want, Niall. The fans are pretty convinced you've just thrown up everywhere and you're extremely sick."

"Wow."

"We had a lot of people asking about you, Harry had to say something." Liam shrugged. "But bye."

"Bye. Thanks, Liam!"

Liam murmured something and then walked out.