Red (Niall horan fanfiction)

Chapter 4

(Niall's POV)

I am currently sitting in the waiting room for the doctors to tell me what's wrong with my mate. I am pulling at my hair like a mad man. I just got here and it feels like hours since they've taken my mate into the back to be examined and tested. My head is now currently in my hands. I still can't believe I punched Jaycee so hard he started bleeding and she passed out from the sight.

"Christina Heart?" My head jolted up so fast it would give anyone whiplash. I looked around towards where the voice came from to spot a middle aged man with light blue scrubs and a white coat. I stood up and slowly walked over to the man."Christina Heart?" He repeated uneasy.

"Yes I'm the one that brought her in." I said scared shitless of the possibilities running through my head that could be the truth.

"Ok well..." he passed to take a breathe and examine me over for a second then continued, "she hit her head pretty hard and had quite a bit of blood coming from the cut on the back of her head. But she's fine now, we stopped the blood from flowing out and wrapped her head with gauz but she may have a headache when she wakes up. You can see her now if you would like." The doctor said. She's fine. Beside a cut she's fine.

"What room number?" I asked the middle aged man.

"Room 216 on the second floor." I turned towards the elevators and walked away. When I got on the elevator couldn't open fast enough.

*Ding*

I walked out and immediately began searching for the room that my mate was in. '216' I said to myself as I stood in front of it. I opened the door and was greeted by her intoxicating scent. Chocolate and strawberries. I walked over to the side of the bed sat down intertwining my hand with hers as it laid unmoving on the hospital bed. Then I felt it. I felt her hand twitch. I looked up at her face and saw her stir.

(Christina's POV)

**Dream**

I woke up in a dark room. I was surrounded be complete nothingness. I looked around to see if something was there. I got up and wobbled a bit. When did I put heels on? I walked around with my hands straight out in front of me searching for a switch of some sort. I touched something! What is this cold surface? I stepped back a little and it appeared as a mirror. I looked at my reflection. I wore a white dress with a sweetheart neckline that flared out at my hips, sparkly white stilettos adorned my feet, my hair was half up with a white lace bow above the hair tie, and I had make up on. I had foundation on, light blush, pink lipstick, sparkly white eyeshadow, and mascara. I poked my cheek and then touched the mirror. It moved! The reflective surface of the mirror made waves and then disappeared into a moving picture of a park with kids running around having fun, laughing, and playing. Being kids. But one child caught my eye. A little brunette boy sat on the swings with his head in his hands, crying. I placed my hand on the mirror and was sucked right into the scene. I carefully walked over to the little boy and sat next to him on the other swing. I looked over at him to take in his appearance, he wore a light blue polo shirt, kaki pants, and white sneakers. I looked at him for a while before speaking. "Are you okay little man?" He looked up at me and sniffled. He had the brightest blue eyes. I swear I've seen them before.

"No." He said still letting tears fall. I got up and reached my hand out for him to take.

"You wanna talk about it?" I asked. He nodded his head slowly and got up, putting his little hand in mine. We walked over to a nearby bench and sat down and faced each other. "First I'm Christina, but my friends call me Red. What's your name?"

"Niall." He stated. My heart shrunk. Niall?

"Niall Horan?" I asked. He nodded. My heart shrank even more seeing my Niall crying when he's supposed to be running around playing. "So Niall what's got you so upset that you were crying?"