Chapter 1

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I wake up to a migraine inducing white light and I struggle to get my sight back. After several frustrating attempts at clearing my vision, I finally regain it and force my self to lift my head off the firm pillow. When I do so, i'm puzzled at the scene I have just taken in. There seems to be a boy with gorgeous blond hair and sky blue eyes tentatively fixed on his hands. I look closer and see that his masculine hands are vigorously shaking. 

He must have noticed me staring because he looks up and relief washes over his flawless face. He slowly gets up from his perch on what seems to be a hospital waiting chair and I look around to sort out where I am. I notice the fluid bags hanging next to me and I follow there cords down to my arm where it is bruised and pale. I look down at my own body only to notice my pale and newly fragiled body is adorned in a hospital gown. I once more scan the room and am startled when the boy is right next to my bedside. I scan him with my eyes and just as I do he speaks up. 

"uhh, umm" he shifts uncomfortably and I wait patiently for him to compose himself, "I'm uh Niall, Niall Horan and well um..." he moves his hand to his hair and pushes it back slightly before continuing, "I am the reason your here."

And with that who I am guessing is my nurse walks in and tells the boy to wait outside. He looks defeated and stalks into the hallway. The nurse checks my fluids and hands me a pill with some water. She instructs me to take it and I do so, the huge pill leaves an awful after taste wince at it's size. The mysterious boy's words replaying in my mind "I am the reason your here." What is that supposed to mean?! 

The nurse speaks up, interrupting why thoughts with a soft and caring voice and asks, "How are you feeling Miss Teagan?"

Teagan? Who is Teagan? I then realize that she must be talking to me seeing that we are the only two in the small hospital room. My confused expression must have been apparent when she looks at me with sympathy and simply says, "I'm sorry". 

With that revelation,  I can't compose myself and cry hysterically for I'm not sure how long while the nurse is trying to calm me. But I can't be calmed, not now at least... I just heard my name and questioned who it belonged to! I try so hard to remember something, anything, but my memory fails me and I am left alone in my frustrating state. 

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