My Guardian Angel (Liam Payne fanfiction) [UNDER EDITING]

Chapter 38

If felt like years since I had slept in my own bed. I felt, dare I say it, normal. Everything had been so insane lately, so crazy, the simple normalcy of sleeping in my own bed seemed strange. My bed smelled like Liam, which just seemed normal too. Nothing was normal but it was nice to feel that way for a few hours.

I knew it in my heart that Liam was okay, and that the surgery was going smoothly. I woke up and actually sat with my parents. They didn't question me, or seem angry. They were normal, too. For a few minutes, maybe even an hour, I felt okay. I knew better, but it was kind of nice. I was still barely eighteen, after all. Might as well savor my last two years as a teenager now that all I had, and all I needed, was Liam.

I didn't rush to the hospital at noon, knowing it would be a while anyway before Liam was actually awake. I took along shower, savoring the feel of the hot water against my still filthy-feeling skin. I washed my hair at least four times, and took forever washing my body and shaving my legs. Two hours. That's how long it took me to remotely feel clean.

I dried my hair, which had gotten longer than the last time I checked. It was down to my waist now, and was curly as always. I decided to braid it. Carefully, I weaved the strands of black hair into an elegant side braid, tying it with a black hair band. With the absence of hair falling into my face, I could see my face, deathly pale from the absence of sun in my life. I could see the hollowness in my malnourished cheeks, and the dark bags under my eyes that were there because of stress and sleep deprivation.

Sighing quietly, I slowly put on makeup, the feel of it almost foreign on my skin. The mascara made my eyelashes longer than usual, making my eyes look more shockingly blue than normal. I put a gold eyeshadow on, and used a lot of powder and blush to make the bags under my eyes disappear. I didn't feel exactly pretty, but I didn't feel as hideous and dirty as I once did.

Smiling slightly, I put on a tan sweater Liam once gave me, and some skinny jeans that I hadn't worn in way too long. I put on tan flats, and prepared to leave the house at 2:00. My parents gave me a huge hug, something they hadn't done in years, and told me to be careful. I told them I loved them, and I got into my car.

The hospital was quiet, no reporters in sight, something I was thankful for. My house phone was ringing off the hook, and it was enough to drive me insane. I signed in at the front desk. I was calm before, but now I was feeling the anxiety I was feeling yesterday. My worst fear could very well come true now, and that's that Liam could tell me he didn't want me anymore.

I opened the door to his hospital room before I could second guess myself again and saw the room empty of anyone but Liam, who was sitting up in his bed, reading a newspaper article. His eyebrows were scrunched together in the way they always were when he was confused, and my heart fluttered at the new sense of normalty. He looked up as I walked in, a smile flitting across his face. "From the way they talked about you in this article, you'd think they pronounced you dead already."

I smiled at him shyly. "I could say the same thing about you." He looked at me, the same warmness in his eyes that I was so fond of seeing. "Seeing as I can't move.." He didn't need to continue; I ran across the room and flung myself onto the bed beside him. He didn't flinch, and despite him being weak after the surgery, his arms immediately wrapped around me. I buried my face into his neck.

"I thought I lost you," I whispered into his neck, my voice cracking a bit. Liam's grip tightened on me. "I'll never leave you, Christina. I'd rather die." His voice was so calm, so determined, I couldn't help but smile into his neck. "I love you." Liam smiled, rubbing up and down my arms. "I love you too, princess."

We stayed like that for a while, but I could've stayed there much longer. I felt so content, so safe in his arms that I was content with not moving for hours. But I had to face reality; I couldn't really avoid everything forever, no matter how much I wanted to.