Just By Chance || Niall Horan (2)

Chapter 12.

• Twelve : Maybe then •

✨October 11th 2017;

A slight nudge on my arm causes me to jolt awake, staring wide eyed at the culprit. "Mam?" I ask, confused, my face feeling stiff from all the tears I've cried. I sent everyone back to the house for a while to sleep, Caitlin and Perrie aren't taking Freya's current state well, and Louis' trying to keep it together for us all. Poor Liam doesn't know what to do.

"Oh Niall," she mumbles, embracing me in a hug. I sigh, relaxing in her hold. I hold it together as best as I can, but it's a bit hard right now. She hasn't got better in the last three days, but rather deteriorated. The doctors have now said she's 50/50 and I'm terrified.

"How is she?" She asks, quietly, glancing at a sleeping Freya. She's only been sleeping for around two hours or so, and when she's awake she's in no fit state to been communicating with any of us. She's constantly throwing up still, and she's being fed through a feeding tube due to her being unable to swallow anything herself right now.

I shake my head, biting my lip, glancing towards the door to see Freya's mam. She goes to speak, but I quickly usher them to step outside, not wanting to wake Freya.

"Niall you look a mess," Emily sighs, hugging me. I begin crying once again, shaking my head as she steps back. "Go home and sleep," I instantly shake my head.

"I went home and showered earlier and got some clean clothes whilst Louis stayed with her, I'm not leaving her. If anything happens, I want to be here," I demand.

"Okay, okay," my mam places a comforting hand on my arm. "You can stay, calm down," I look through the glass window at Freya, only to see her awake and grabbing a dish to be sick in. I immediately rush into the room, gently sitting on the bed beside her and rubbing her back.

"You're still here?" She asks quietly after she was finished.

"I would never leave you," I kiss a lingering kiss on her forehead, taking my time to pull away. She's becoming very skinny because of the amount of vomiting she's been doing, but the doctor said not to worry about that at the moment because so far that's the least of their concerns. They're getting whatever nutrients they need into her through the feeding tube.

"You should go home and rest Niall, I'll be here when you get back. I promise," she assures me. I shake my head, knowing she can't guarantee that right now.

"Don't leave me, Frey'. Please," I mumble, closing my eyes so a tear doesn't fall. "Please don't leave me."

"Niall," she whispers, leaning her forehead against mine. "I don't plan on leaving you. I'm gonna be annoying you until either one of us are on our death beds," she stops, rethinking her choice of words. "Either one of us are old and on our deathbeds. You're stuck with me for life."

"I don't care, just start recovering. Please start recovering. I want you home and in our bed. Please come home."

"Home?" She glances towards her mam and mine, too exhausted to even offer them a smile. "Our bed?" She asks.

"Home is wherever you are Freya," I bite my lip.

"I'm tired, Niall," she croaks. "I feel so ill," she cries. I nod, kissing her forehead once again.