No Control

When I Look At You

There is legit so much planned for this story, but gotta take it slow first and then dive in. (aka torture) lol jk

There will be 'safe chapters' and 'downfall' chapters.

Chapter 43:

NIALL

"I hope this works." I mumbled, biting my fingernails nervously. I was sitting with my dad in the waiting room of the hospital. Well, I was sitting. Now I was pacing back and forth, my nerves eating away at me. This had to work. This was our last shot at her getting better, so it had to work.

"Son, calm down. Have a seat. She's in good hands with these doctors. Especially that boyfriend of yours." My dad said, and I froze at that, turning to look at him with a confused expression as he laughed. "Your mum told me about him. Guess I finally get to talk to you both in the same room." He said.

"Dad, please be nice." I begged, knowing that my dad can be a little over protective at times. He was cold to Harry for a while after I confessed that I had a crush on him. I didn't want him to be that way towards Erik. "Please, dad. Don't get all overprotective. You'll scare him away." I said.

"Well he wouldn't get scared if he was right for you, now would he?" He asked, and I sighed, sitting down by him. We sat in silence for a while, my dad turning the page of the magazine in his hand before I took it from him, closing it and making him listen to me.

"Okay, I know that sometimes you like to still think of me of the little boy who use to make sock puppets and put on shows every christmas, but I'm not a little boy anymore. I'm twenty-one years old, dad. I know what I'm doing. I... I really love him." I said, my eyes softening as I watched my dad sigh.

"I know, Niall. It's just hard to let go sometimes. You're my only son. I raised you your whole life, and I can't imagine you ever not needing me. It's unbearable." He said. My dad has always been one to be open to his feelings, and right now, he was very emotional.

I pulled him into a hug, pressing my cheek to his shoulder. "Dad, I'm always going to need you. You've taught me everything I know, and there's still so much more to learn. It's just that now I need someone else as well. Learning two completely different things. I have to have some form of independence, now don't I?" I asked, and my dad laughed as he nodded.

"I guess so. You could have gotten that in college if we would have had enough money to send you." He said, and I frowned. I didn't like when my parents blamed themselves for that. I never went to college, but I don't feel as if I missed much. I have a job that pays decently, a place to live, my best friend (who stuck around for me), and a lovely boyfriend. Besides, they needed the money.

"Dad, stop. Mum's medicine and chemo is way more important than sending me to college. I'm doing just fine without it, aren't I?" I asked, and he made a face at that, making me laugh and shake my head.

"Mr. Horan, Niall." I heard Erik's voice call. He walked over to us, keeping a strong and professional face, and I was always amazed by that. I completely melt just by staring at him. He was clearly trained to be so composed, but I preferred it this way. It was like I got to see a part of him that nobody else knew about.

"How'd it go?" My dad asked, both of us standing up nervously. I was way more nervous on the inside than I was showing on the outside. I wanted to be strong in from of Erik- for once. Strong in front of my dad.

"The treatment went well, we need to wait for a while to really see how it will effect her body. Until then, all we can do is hope and pray." He said, getting right to the point. My dad nodded, looking over at me as I bit my lip at the news. Now the nerves were really creeping up on me.