I woke up and immediately groaned my head hurting like hell. I grabbed my head in my hand but stopped when I noticed a cast on it. My eyes widened and I looked down at myself. Everything hurt. I looked around and realized I was in a hospital bed, my annoying heart monitor machine beeping at a steady pace.
I felt pressure on my right arm and turned looking down at it. I saw a blonde head of hair and smiled but immediately frowned when I realized why I was here. Niall left me. Well he didn't break up with me but he literally left me. He went and stayed at a hotel and I couldn't find him. He just left. I had gotten in a car accident, a really bad one at that and all I remember is not only the pain in my body from the accident but the pain in my heart as well.
Niall must've felt me tense because he stirred in his sleep and I immediately pretended like I was sleeping. I felt him lift his head off my arm but his hand still stayed intertwined with mine. He sighed and gently traced down the side of my face.
"I'm sorry Tessa. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have left. We should've talked it out. I just didn't know what to do. I love you so much and it just hurt to see you running off crying in the arms of someone who wasn't me. I would do anything to go back and do it all over again. You don't deserve to be in this hospital bed right now, it should be me. I promise that when you wake up, I won't let anything hurt you ever again, one of those things being me. I love you too much to lose you, Tess. God I feel dumb right now, talking to someone who isn't conscious. But the doctors said you might be able to hear me and I really hope you do, honestly. They said it would be good for me to get everything off my chest and talk to someone about my feelings. I guess they're right. I haven't really been myself since you got here. I was supposed to be going back to London today but I can't leave you Tessa, I can't. I don't know if you feel me holding your hand all the time but I hope you do. Just so you know someone's always here for you and you aren't by yourself. I've been feeling really alone lately without you, even though technically you're here, it doesn't feel like it. Your mom stops by a lot but all she does is cry and then leave. I'm not sure how she felt about me before all this happened but I know for a fact she hates me now. I'm sorry I couldn't get your family to like me, Tess. I tried for you, I tried really hard but I guess in the end I fucked up just like I always do."
He sighed and even without looking at me, I knew he was running his fingers through his hair. I frowned at the fact he thought he was a fuck up. He wasn't. He was far from it actually. I opened my eyes and turned my head to see him lying back on my arm but this time was different. His shoulders were shaking and my arm felt wet. I heard a sob escape his lips and he immediately tried to silence it.
"P-please wake up T-Tessa, p-please."
I reached over and ran my fingers through his hair.
"Don't cry for me, Niall. Please don't cry for me."
His head shot up and I took in his appearance. His hair was sticking up in every which way. His eyes were puffy and red with dry tears stains all down his cheeks. He looked like a train just hit him. I could tell just by looking at him he hasn't left this hospital much, if he even left at all. It looks like he hadn't gotten a proper night of sleep in days.
He wiped away his tears with his free hand, the one that wasn't holding on to mine.
"Tessa, are you okay?! Do you need anything?! How are you feeling?! What hurts?!"
"I'm fine Niall; I could just use some water or something, my throat kind of hurts."
He instantly shot up and released his hand from mine making me frown at the loss of contact. He jogged out into the hall way and appeared seconds later with a cup of water. He brought it over to me and held it up, smiling slightly. I shyly smiled back and grabbed the cup of water, taking a few sips before handing it back to him.
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Facetime
FanfictionI rolled my eyes and screamed dropping the bag of groceries I was carrying when I heard my ringtone going off in my pocket. My mom glared at me and began picking up the cracked eggs but I was too nervous to care. I pulled my phone out and stared at...