Lovin' Styles

Upset and Angry - Chapter 22

Riley's POV:

"Ni-Niall's in a car crash?" I stuttered. Somehow I had a feeling I was part of this.

"Yea, he was drunk and crashed into a driver. He just woke up, but he's very uncomfortable."

I felt my knees go weak and I fell to the ground, sobbing.

Harry sat on the floor next to me.

"Babe, it's okay, he'll be alright. He's in the best hospital with the best doctors and the best nurses. I promise. And you know I never break promises," Harry said seriously.

He picked me up and laid me on the bed. "Go back to sleep. I'll wake you up when he's concious, okay?" Harry kissed my forehead. "I love you, remember that, okay?" I nodded before climbing back under the covers.

He trotted downstairs and I heard the other boys talking.

"Why was he drinking? He never drinks." That sounded like Zayn.

"He also never drives, Simon told him not to." That sounded like a very worried Liam.

"Shhh, guys. Riley is upstairs trying to sleep - and I don't want to worry her." I could faintly make out Harry saying. 

I smiled before I drifted off to sleep.

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"Babe, Niall's awake," I heard Harry's british accent whisper in my ear. 

I jumped out of bed - still sleepy - but worried sick about Niall.

I stripped out of my sweatpants and shirt and slid on yoga pants and a band shirt of Harry's. I tied my hair up in a top-knot and slipped on some sneakers. Harry was still at the bed, waiting patiently for me.

"Let's go!" I said before grabbing Harry's hand and pulling him downstairs. "Where are the boys?" I grabbed my keys and locked the front door.

We hopped in the car.

"They're already there. Niall woke up about an hour ago, and I wanted them to have time alone with him before we went." I smiled and squeezed Harry's hand. He was so caring. "Plus, you look so cute while you sleep."

I giggled. "Wierdo,"

Within minutes, we arrived at the hospital, Harry's hand clasped in mine.

We walked up to the front desk.

"First and last name, please?" The nurse chirped.

"Niall Horan," Harry stated.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You're only allowed to go in if you have special permission." She said.

"But- he's my bandmate." Harry said, clearly frustrated.

'Oh, is that so," the woman laughed. "I'm the Queen of England. We all wish things, don't we dear,"

"No, he's serious! He's Harry Styles," I said. "I'm his fiance."

"Val, it's okay, let 'em in." We both looked up to see Louis standing in the hallway.

We bounded over to Louis.

"How is he?"

"Is he still awake?"

"How is he feeling?"

"How many injuries?"

"Woah, woah," Louis said before taking our hands and leading us down the hall. We stopped at room A13. 

We quietly opened the door and walked in. I soft sob escaped my lips as I saw all the machines Niall was hooked up into and needles stuck into his pale arms. I rushed over to him and gave him a huge hug and sobbed into his shoulder.

"Let's go lads, we should leave them two alone for a few minutes," Harry suggested quietly. "We'll be outside, k?" I nodded.

Niall grinned at me. "Hi."

I giggled. "You were in a car crash, and I'm sobbing into your shirt, and all you have to say is, 'hi'?"

"It does sound ridiculous, I guess," he admitted.

I stayed silent. 

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Talk more - I missed hearing your voice," I said.

"Alright then," he hugged me back.

"So, how many injuries do you have?" I asked him.

"I have one broken and one bruised rib, I broke my left leg, I tore a tendon in my right, and sprained my wrist." He finished, looking at me with his bright blue eyes. "Was that enough talking for ya?"

I chuckled. "Definitely." I sighed. "I missed you so much," I breathed.

"I was only gone for about twenty-four hours, love," he said, smiling at me.

"But- I feel like you got in the car crash because of me."

"Just becuase I'm an awful driver doesn't mean it's your fault," he said, studying my face.

"No," I took a breath. "The boys said you don't drink a lot, is that true?"

"Yes, only when I'm upset or angry," he mumbled.

"Exactly," I said, putting together the pieces. "Do you like me?"