Just By Chance || Niall Horan (2)

Chapter 15.

• Fifteen : Lost without you •

  ✨October 25th 2017;

"Niall, get up," I groan, burying my head further in the pillow, not wanting to face the reality of life. Life fuckïng sucks. "Niall James Horan, get the fûck up," I bite my lip, rolling over and staring straight up at the ceiling, my hands resting intertwined on my chest.

"Have you been crying?" I peer at Louis to see a confused expression written across his face, as he examines mine.

"What do you think Louis?!" I snap. He holds his hands up in defence, stepping back as I sit up, swinging my legs so that they're dangling over the side of the bed.

"You look like hell mate," he mutters. "I'm sorry."

"Well I feel like hell."

"Are you feeling under the weather?"

"I just buried my girlfriend yesterday, what do you think?!" I snap, yet again.

A serious expression spreads across Louis' face as well as one of concern. I shake my head standing up and slipping into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. Is he just gonna stand there with that judgemental look on his face? He was the one who was crying for four days straight and now he's just fine.

"What are you talking about?" His face scrunches up.

"Freya, obviously, who else," I roll my eyes, wiping my eyes. They feel heavy and stiff from my tears. I'm surprised I even fell asleep last night.

"Have you hit your head?" He asks.

"What?" I ask, exasperated. "Do I look like someone who hit their head?

"No, but you sure sound like one. Unless you're cheating on Freya, who the hell did you bury yesterday?"

I cock my head to the side, a spark of hope igniting in my chest. "Louis, what- is she- did I have a nightmare?"

"That would explain your puffy eyes and nonsense talk. I was expecting you to be more happy considering she's being released today, but here you are crying."

"She's alive?" I ask. The dream, I have never had one more realistic. That all felt too real, literally.

"Niall, she's fine," tears of happiness well up in my eyes as I rush around the room getting ready to head straight to the hospital.

How didn't I realise I woke up in my LA bedroom and not London?

When I arrive at the hospital, I notice Freya sitting on the edge of the bed, my mam and her's in the room, the three of them laughing.

I immediately pull her gently into a hug, holding her head to my chest as I shut my eyes in complete relief. "Are you alright?" She mumbles, her hands clenching the bottom of my t-shirt in her hands. I pull back, nodding down at her, a big smile on my face.

"Were you crying?"

"I thought you were gone," I tell her. "I had a nightmare and when I woke up I was convinced you had died. I was so scared, Freya. I don't want you to go anywhere," she smiles as I cup her face in my hands, pecking her lips over and over again. "I love you."