International Love. ✈ z.h.

six~ ❝wake up call.❞ ✈

Niall

The excruciating pain all came back to me as I tried to move my limbs, thinking to myself how hard it was just trying to even lift a finger. Was this what it was like to be in a coma? To feel trapped in your own body with nothing but your own thoughts to keep you company? Just thinking of that made me try my best to wake up, but I stopped when I heard the faint sounds of Harry and Louis and even...Lily? The thought of her coming to see me made my heart warm, until I heard another familiar voice that I wasn't so keen on hearing.

Was that...Zayn? What was he doing here? Did he see the accident?

"You little shit," I heard Louis growl, a thump of something against the wall making me more anxious as I tried my hardest to wake up. Yeah Zayn was being a dick, but he obviously came to see me for a reason, whether it be because of guilt or something else entirely. "See that? You did that to him. This is all your fault!" With that I heard a loud smack and a groan, my heartbeat picking up on the monitor as I heard everything that went down.

"You shouldn't have come." Lily's soft voice was low, her boots clicking against the tile of the floor while another pair of feet seemed to get closer to me. From the cologne I smelt I knew it was Harry, one of his large hands resting at the foot of my bed while I tried to even lift a finger. I couldn't even imagine what Zayn was feeling, having three people against him while I struggled to wake up.

"I'm sorry—"

"Leave!" Harry's voice boomed, so loud and filled with rage that even I flinched back. Wait. I flinched. I willed myself to open my eyes, it taking a few minutes before I had fully gotten them to peel back. I blinked a few times, seeing the white ceiling and lights, as well as the mint walls that met the white ceiling. I looked to the side to see Zayn with his shoulders slumped and back turned to me, leaving the room while I furrowed my brows and took in a deep breath.

"W-Wait!" My throat was so dry that it felt like sandpaper to swallow, yet my soft whisper was enough to catch the attention of all three of my friends, Lily immediately grabbing water while Harry's large hands caressed my face.

"I thought I lost you," He pressed a kiss to my forehead, a small smile forming on my lips as I thanked him. I felt a straw against my lips and immediately sucked in the water, the cool liquid clearing up my throat as Louis fussed over me.

"Do you want a nurse? Can I adjust a pillow? Your IV? Do you need to use the restroom? I can—"

"Louis, it's fine, really. But...can someone tell me what Zayn was doing here? What was that all about? Why did he look like he was in pain?" Louis averted his eyes from me with that question, rocking on his heels while Harry rolled his eyes.

"Louis punched him." I frowned. The man didn't really do anything wrong; I mean I did overreact, but the crash in itself wasn't his fault. I shouldn't have even been in the damn street if I'm being completely honest.

"Christ, Lou...where?"

"In the face, where else?"

"You didn't have to do that. It wasn't his fault."

"Of course it was!" Lily had jumped in, Harry's brows furrowing as he thought to himself. "If it wasn't for his stupid interview you wouldn't have left in the first place. You didn't see yourself Niall, if you thought you looked bad now," She trailed off, her teeth nibbling on her bottom lip as she shook her head. "It was just horrible. If you saw you'd understand." I merely nodded, trying to not think about what that pain felt like. The pain I felt now was bad yeah, but compare it to that and it was like butterfly kisses.

"I need to talk to him," I stubbornly insisted; he was probably long gone, but I still wanted to get out of this hospital bed, carefully sitting up but wincing at the pain in my ribs as I lie back down.