I was faintly aware of the beeping sound beside me and the hand gripping mine. I felt a sharp pain in my side and sat up with a jolt.
"MOTHER FUCKER." I yelled.
"What?!" I hear an Irish voice beside me. I become more aware of my surroundings and see Niall sitting in a chair beside me. "Are you okay? Do ya need something?"
"Oh shit." I winced as I grabbed my side. "What the hell happened?"
"You don't remember, do you?" Niall asks me. I try and think, but it was as if I had forgotten why I was in the hospital so beaten up. That's when it dawned on me.
"My dad did this, didn't he?" I ask.
"Yeah. I called the authorities when we got here. He's in jail now."
"Oh." That's when reality set in. "Well where the fuck am I gonna live? How am I gonna pay for this damn hospital bill?" I start to freak out, that's when Niall grabs my hand and I instantly calm down.
"I worked everything out. You can stay with me. I'll pay your bill, it's not a big deal. You hungry? I know I am. Want me to wheel ya down to the cafeteria?"
"Hospital food? I'd rather not. But um, how exactly am I going to stay with you? You just started your tour?"
"We got an extra bed on the bus. The boys said it'd be fine, given the circumstances and all. And I don't blame ya. The food here sucks. They said you can check out anytime today, but I was just letting ya rest a bit."
"Thank you Niall. You have no idea how happy I am now." I started tearing up. He rubbed my shoulder when he noticed.
"I'll be right back, I'm gonna check you out, okay?"
"O-Okay." I stutter, still trying to grasp what happened. He steps out and I try to get out of the bed, not noticing the cast on my leg. I finally managed to transfer myself to the wheel chair next to the bed. Niall walked in and smiled.
"Well look at ya, stronger then I thought."
"Haha, ya. Well um, where are my clothes?"
"Oh yeah!" He tosses a bag towards me. I look inside and notice they aren't the clothes I wore here.
"Niall, I know you didn't buy me new clothes." I reply.
"Well of course I did! Why would you wear shorts and a tanktop? It's fuckin cold lad." He reaches down into his suitcase and pulls out a pair of white high top shoes and throws them to me.
"Niall, I'll only need one, you know that, right?" For some reason, he laughs hysterically and I throw the other shoe at him playfully, he laughs more. I struggle with the clothes at first, but finally manage to get them on without much pain. I sit down in the wheel chair again and Niall rolls me out of the room. He tells me about how much fun I'm going to have during this tour and that the boys were excited to meet me.That's when it hit me. I was with THE Niall Horan. And I was about to go on tour with One Direction. I thought of those terrible fanfictions and how I made fun of them with stories like these and giggled.
"Aye Mason, where do ya want to eat?" He asks.
"Um, you can choose. It doesn't matter, I'm just hungry."
"That's what I like to hear!" He starts running with the wheelchair as we get into the parking garage. He stopped once we got to a white Range Rover.
"Niall, where's James? Is he not driving?"
"Nah, he went with the boys. We dropped you off in the E.R and we went and I rented this car."
"Oh." I mumble. He helped me into the car.
"Aye, I'll be right back, I gotta return the wheelchair and get your crutches." He runs off with the chair and I notice the cast is green. I smile and automatically know Niall did it on purpose. I looked down at my foot and noticed he'd signed it. I smile and turn on the radio. After singing along to Applause, Niall opens the trunk and puts the crutches in. He jumps into the front and we pull out.
"Oh! You want to go to Taco Bell?"
"That sounds really good right now." I respond.
After he orders enough food for a family, we head to the airport.
"How long do I have to wear this thing?" I ask as I point to my cast.
"The doctor said to leave it on ya for six weeks. She said we could go to any hospital and they'll take it off for ya." He takes a bite of his burrito. "Oh! I went shopping! I got us new clothes. You didn't need much though. I bought a lot of stuff while you were sleeping."
"How long was I sleeping?"
"Eh, about two days?"
"Are you fucking serious?"
"Yeah. I went and got you five pairs of jeans, some jumpers, and some button up shirts. I didn't need to get you much, we can share. We're almost the exact same size, even in shoes." We pulled up to the airport and I noticed a swarm of girls and people with cameras.
"Ah shit. How the fuck did they know I was here?"
"What's going on?"
"Nothing, just paps and a bunch of fans. We need to get our stuff and get to the plane as fast as we can." He jumps out, grabs my crutches and hands them to me. He grabs about three bags and a suitcase and we make our way into the crowd.
"NIALL WHO IS THIS BOY?"
"NIALL OVER HERE."
"I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES OH MY FUCKING GOD." I snickered at that remark and kept trying to go, but I felt something hit my crutch. A shoe maybe? I collapsed on to the ground and paps started to swarm towards me.
"Are you fucking mental?! He's got a broken leg and your trippin him for a fucking reaction out of me? Get a proper job you dick!" He helps me up and we finally make our way to the terminal.
"Really Niall. First class? And you've paid for a rental car, clothes, shoes, and my damn hospital bill. I'm never going to be able to pay you back!"
"That's the thing, you don't have to. Until you move out, I'll take care of ya, okay? You don't have to worry about anything. I can't imagine what ya went through at your dad's so I feel like I need to help ya in any way possible"
"Where exactly are we going to Niall?"
"We're goin to America!" He half shouts with excitement.
"Wow... I've never been out of the country before."
"Oh you're going to love it!" Niall responds. Before I knew it, the plane was taking off and I was on my way to America.
