Love doesn't exist?(N.H) {ON HOLD}

chapter 5

January 17th, 2014

Niall's POV

Paisley's story was so sad, it made me want to cry. What did she do to deserve all this? She is so young. Well younger than I am. But the way Bonnie described her, it made me think was younger than she looks.

"You can sit next to her if you want." Bonnie said to me before she left the room. I quietly sat down in the chair next to Paisley's bed.

It wasn't long before Bonnie came back in with whom I'm guessing would be Paisley's parents, and younger brother.

"Thank you for saving my sister. My name is Joey." Paisley's brother is quite shy. I wonder who he gets that from.

I heard sheets tussel. I looked to my right to see her. Her eyes wide, bright, yet calm at the same time.

"Niall Horan?" she spoke quietly. Her eyes seemed like they were staring into my soul. She was beautiful.

"Paisley Bringer, is it?" I asked not knowing if I pronounced her last name right. She nodded her head slightly, yet reassuring.

"How do you know my name?" she questioned.

"It's a long story."I replied.

"I have time to listen." the slightest of a smile appears on her face. It was a magnificent smile.

She will be mine.

"Well," I said. She tried to sit up, but failed to move out of pain. I could see the look on her face that she was in excruciating pain. "We had came to your school because you had one a day with us and as we got there, you were stabbed in the abdomen, causing you to loose a lot of blood," a look of shock skimmed her face.

"You mean, I didn't do this to myself?" she looked surprised. Why?

"What do you mean, love?" I asked, looking her straight in the eye.

"I mean... I didn't try to kill myself today?" A tear steamed down her now redning check.

"Were you thinking about that today?" I wasn't surprised. She has a tough life.

"Yes." she responded ashamed, like she was afraid to tell me.

"It's okay. I understand why you thought that was the only way to end your pain, but you are loved. If you weren't loved, you wouldn't be here, alive. But please promise me one thing," I said, "Notify me when you have these thoughts. It would make my day so much better, knowing I helped keep your pretty little face vibrant with life for one more day." I grew a smile and kissed her forehead.

"Well how am I supposed to do that? I don't have your number, and you don't take friend requests on Facebook." she replied quietly.

"I will send you a friend request, better yet, here is my number. Call me any time you need me." I said, handing her a price of paper with my phone number.

I could seen a questioning expression on her pale, yet beautiful face, freckles covering her entire check.

Paisley's POV

Why is the Niall Horan being so nice to me? I mean, I am just another fan with physiologic issues.

"Why are you being so nice to me? I'm just another fan in the audience, even though I have never been to a concert." I asked Niall.

"Well," he started to rub the back of his neck, "I just... I just... It's hard to explain. You should get some rest. We should be getting ready to leave for New York anyways." Why is he being so awkward?

"But-" he had already left the room.

"He's just an awkward person. But we really should be leaving. Get some rest, love." Harry gave me the smirk, and left the room, along with the other boys.

Well that was just weird.

"Hi dad." I said giving my dad a smile.

"Hey, sweetie. How are you feeling?" He asked. Well I am in pain!!!

"Well, I can't move... so, I'm just peachy!" I said in a sarcastic tone.

"Okay...," he exclaimed slowly, just before his phone started to ring. "Sorry sweetie, but I have to go. Call me later, okay?" he told me, while quickly kissing my forehead.

"Sure. Love you." I muffled.

"Love you, too." He replied just before he exited the room.

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