fix you (Niall Horan)

4- new roomate

SKYLAR

I was woken up by a loud clatter followed by something knocking on the floor. "Shit."

I turned my head to my right, flickering my eyes open. The blonde boy was half in, half out of bed, staring at me. "I'm so sorreh, did I wake yeh?"

"It's fine," I groaned, sitting up on my elbows. I raised my eyebrow at him. "What are you doing?"

"I was hungry," He said, using his head to point to the table at the end of his bed. "I forgot I had t'is bed table on top of me."

I laughed slightly, laying back down on my pillow. I raised my arm and traced where my stitches were underneath my bandage. It was bleeding through slightly at the bottom and stung when I touches it. "What happened to ya love?"

I snapped to see him back sitting in his bed, eating nachos loudly. His eyes were checking out the blood bag that was pumping fresh blood into my other arm. My internal alarm started going off and my palms started sweating.

Don't do it.

Do not tell him.

He can't know.

He'll think you're a freak.

"Kitchen accident," I replied, waiting for his response. He seemed to not buy it at first, but eventually he leaned back and took another bite. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"What about you?" I asked, looking at him questioningly. He wiped his mouth with his hands.

"Concussion. Bar fight," He shrugged easily. My face twisted in confusion.

"What? Are you serious?"

"No," He laughed, picking up another nacho. "My mates and I were messin' around in t'e airport and I tripped over a luggage cart."

"Seriously?" I laughed. He nodded sheepishly and I laughed again. "I'm Skylar."

"Niall," He said, leaning over the edge of his bed and sticking out his hand. I leaned to him and shook it lightly. "So are yeh from here?"

"Yeah, I'm from the Bronx," I licked my lips. "What about you? You don't sound like you're from the city."

"I'm from Mullingar, Ireland," He smiled brightly.

"Oh cool, I'm like half Irish," I smiled sheepishly when his grin grew even wider.

"I love Ireland. Really it's t'e best country in t'e world," He declared, nodding 'yes'.

"Oh really?" I asked sarcastically. He nodded and wiggled his eyebrows. "Have yeh ever been?"

"No. I never left the U.S. before," I answered, swinging my legs over the right side of my bed. I rested my hand on the pole with the blood bag on it. "Is this your first time in the U.S.?"

"No, I've been here for- uh- tours," He stopped suddenly, side-eyeing me.

I raised my eyebrows, crossing my arms. "Tours?"

"Do yeh not know who I am?" He asked, smiling slightly. I thought hard, as I was wondering whether or not to mess with him.

"Are you in that new spy movie?" I asked, picking up my cup of water and taking a sip. He stopped chewing and stared at me.

He laughed. "Seriously?"

"I take that as a no?" I concluded as he shook his head 'no'. I looked long and hard at his face, puzzled. I rolled my eyes. "You have to give me a hint!"

"Uh, I'm in the band One Direction? Like t'e biggest boy band in t'e world?" He rambled, getting all flustered. I couldn't tell if he was annoyed or amazed that I didn't know who he was.

"I'm just kidding, I know you're the blonde one from One Direction. I live in New York, you don't think I see your face plastered on the side of every bus I see?" I laughed, sticking my hand out as if I was saying 'duh'.

"I didn't mean t' sound conceded-" He defended suddenly, holding up his hands.

I looked at him, and my heart fluttered. "I know."

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RAEYA

I was scrolling through instagram when I saw someone walk over and sit to my left.  I raised my head to see Harry, smiling at me. "You're still here?"

"Yeah, I had to leave because my mom called me when Skylar was still sleeping," I nodded, locking my phone. "Thank you for finding it by the way."

"Oh, no problem," Harry shrugged, leaning back in his seat. "Are you staying the night? It's almost 1 in the morning..."

"I guess I am," I admitted. I pushed my hands into my sweatshirt. "I guess I should get a coffee or something."

"I'll go with you, if you don't mind," He offered, standing up with me. I smiled. I waved him along with me and we left the first waiting room.

"So, you're from England?" I asked, making him blush. I giggled softly. His cheek bones were so defined.

"Yeah, I grew up in Cheshire," He said and opened the double doors for me, leading into the cafeteria. I smiled up at him and walked in front of him. "What about you?"

"Lived in the Bronx my whole life. But, I'm going to Boston to study law," I replied smiling brightly. I had wanted to be a lawyer since I was little. "So, is Niall doing okay?"

"I actually don't know, I haven't been in there since we took him to his room. I was walking around with Louis," He rambled, sighing softly. His jaw line was so defined, it looked like it was carved with a chisel. We arrived to the station with the coffee, and I began pouring 2 cups.

"Cream?" I asked softly, gesturing to the creamers. He shook his head 'no'. He took the cup and took a bug gulp, yawning after.

"Does this kind of thing happen with Skylar a lot?" He asked randomly. I looked up at him puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"That cut...it looks like she was...you know..." He trailed off and looked at me sadly. My heart sank.

"What?" I knew exactly what he was referring to.

"It looked like she tried to hurt herself. Is she okay?" Harry asked softly, looking at me from behind his coffee cup. His eyes were full of concern, a light forest green.

"Yes. I don't know exactly what happened, but she would never do that," I reassured, more to myself than to him. I knew living with her father was bad, but she never got to that place. She always focused on school and trying to get out of there. She wasn't the type to give up. She was a warrior.

"I just hope she gets better," I mumbled, staring into my coffee. I felt like I was zoning out for a couple minutes before I felt a large hand on my shoulder and a thumb stroking back and fourth.

I looked up and was met with a small but comforting smile from Harry and I don't know how, but I knew everything was going to be okay.
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