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[05] Thanks Liam. | draft two

Delinquent

[5] - Thanks, Liam.

(Continued From Last Chapter)

C h a r l o t t e

I held onto Niall's hand tightly as more and more tears streamed down my face.

I don't know why I care so much.
I've known him about a week, and I already care so much about him. There's just something interesting about him that makes me want to be around him.

A large hand was placed on my left shoulder.

"He'll be alright, he's strong." A deep British accent said from behind me.
I turned around and saw a tall brunette boy, adorned in tattoos similarly to Niall, his chocolate brown eyes full of sympathy.

"If we hurry now, we can get him to the hospital quickly." The boy said.
I only nodded, not trusting my words.

The boy picked up Niall's limp body, and carried him towards the door.
I quickly stood up and followed him.

The boy stopped and spoke to two other boys that I assumed were more friends of Niall's—as I've seen them sitting with him at lunch—and he finally stopped talking to them and they did this weird looking bro shake that I would never understand.

Once we were all in the car, the boy spoke up.

"I'm Liam by the way," the boy smiled.

"I'm C-Charlotte." I smiled back.

Liam soon pulled up to the hospital, Sacramento Regional to be exact.
We climbed out of the black Mercedes, and Liam carried Niall into the hospital.

"We, n-need help. My f-friend is injured," I stuttered out, wiping off stray tears with the sleeve of my cardigan.

"How badly is he injured?" The lady asked, full of boredom.

"He's badly injured. Bruised eye, ribs maybe? I'm not sure exactly." Liam said calmly.

The lady smiled sympathetically at me, nodding and typing things into her rather large computer..

A doctor soon came, taking Niall onto a stretcher along with some other nurses.

Liam and I made our way to the waiting room, sitting down on a couch-like bench.

"Liam, I-I'm scared," I whispered to the tall boy, wiping more stray tears from my face.

"Charlotte, you'll be alright." He assured.
"But what if I'm not? What if Niall isn't?" I said shakily.

"I know that you care about Niall, I can see it in your eyes. And I know Niall cares about you, because he hasn't shut up about you since about a week ago.
He'll pull through for you." He sighed.

I nodded and leaned into his shoulder.
He rested a reassuring arm around my shoulders.

Thanks, Liam.

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L i a m
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I truly felt bad for Charlotte.

I knew she cared deeply for Niall, as he did for her. I knew that they'd be very close in the future. They were both strong people, and he would pull through for her.

Niall had like Charlotte for so long it was kind of sad. Ever since seventh grade he had a crush on her, but every time the lads and I told him to talk to her, he refused to, saying he wasn't ready.

Charlotte had fell asleep in my side when my phone rang.

Harry's name flashed on the screen and I pressed answer, accepting the call.

"Liam? Is he alright? Louis is like freaking out over here." Harry said into the phone.

"Shut the fuck up you whore!" Louis shouted from the background.

"I-we don't know yet. Charlotte cried herself to sleep and we haven't gotten any news." I admitted.

Harry and I talked for a good while, Charlotte shuddering in her sleep every once in a while. After Harry hung up, I sat there on my phone until it was down to thirty percent.

The doctor came into the waiting room and looked around at all the people.

"Niall Horan?" Charlotte jolted awake and I helped her up as we walked over to the doctor.

This better be good.

N O T E

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