Chapter 7

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(STILL HARRYS POV)

"I need to break up with Liz." he chokes.

The wind is knocked out of me. Liz and Niall have been dating almost two years now. They're perfect for each other and neither of them have had any regrets or second thoughts when it comes to their relationship. I don’t have any idea why he would want to break up with her now.

"why?" I breathe. This is just as much of a shock to me as it is to them.

"Harry," he lowers his voice so I can only just hear him. "I h-hit my head in the c-crash and its f-fucked up the part of m-my b-brain to do w-with speech and-d movement of m-my legs. t-they don’t w-work a-anym-more." he stops and takes a breath in. "Y-you c-can't tell m-me its better-r for her i-if I trap h-her in this relations-ship w-while I'm l-like t-this. It's n-not good for h-her." he says sadly, his blue eyes watery and dull.  Holy shit. He could have tried to spread out the information a bit. That’s a hell of a lot to take in all at once.

"They don't move at all? You can't walk?" I ask, dumbfounded.

"N-no, Harry. I c-can't ev-even move my toes. I h-have t-to stay in t-this fucking hosp-hospital for a week so they c-can d-do checks on me to m-m-make sure t-the crash d-didn’t f-fuck up any o-other part of m-my brain. Then I h-have to g-go to rehab and h-have intense phy-physio wh-whatever that bullshit is." he tells me. I'm still shocked. I can only imagine what I look like trying to process all this information at once. I can feel my mouth hanging open but I'm unable to bring my lower jaw to meet the top one. I physcially have to bring my hand up to force it closed.

"Dude. This m-means I c-can't g-go on tour until I c-can w-walk again. D-do y-you know how fucking up-s-set and angry i-I am ab-about that? imagine a-alll the f-fans and h-how pissed off t-they're g-going to be i-if only four o-of us a-are g-going to b-be touring." Niall tugs at his hair while ranting to me. He's right. The fans are going to be devastated if Niall can't tour. What are we going to do?

"What should we do, man? Should we cancel the tour?" I ask, biting at my fingernails. Niall has his head buried in his hands and he sighs heavily before lifting his head up and saying;

"I d-don't know Harry. The t-tour doesn’t st-start until february so r-right n-now I'm focusing on L-Liz. I don’t w-want to break up with her b-but if I don’t she'll b-be t-trapped in this relations-ship. She w-wont b-break up w-with me if I'm d-disabled, She has too b-big of a heart. I h-hate this, Harry." he says in a rush. I put my hand on his shoulder.

"I know you do, mate. So do I, and I'm sure she will. But you can't break up with her just yet. When I take her for lunch I'll talk to her and when I get back to you with results, hopefully the decision will be made for you." he smiles at this

"Thanks, man." he nods just as there is a knock on the door. The same kind woman from the reception desk appears at the door with a tray of food, obviously Niall's lunch. She places the tray on the wheelie table beside Niall's bed and turns to leave but before she does, she faces Niall at the doorway and says something I wouldn't have expected her to.

"She loves you more than you know." she says and smiles before closing the door as she exits the room.

Hiiiiiiii guyssssss!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!! I'm quickly updarting now because i'm going on holiday for a week and wont be able to update so im reaaaallllyyyy sorryyyy!!! feel free to abuse me in the comments i hope you all have a great day i love you xxxx

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