Into The Night

Thirty-Three

When I woke up, I've realised that Niall had just came back. Sleepy as ever with worst headache you could possibly imagine, I asked, "What happened to you?"

"Well, she said she was alright. And Taylor's found." He replied cheerily.

"Oh really? That's nice news." I mumbled, not really wanting to think about the fact that Taylor was here. . . he doesn't need to know anyways. "Why didn't you tell me she was missing?"

"You would have gotten out of bed and push your limits if I did." He replied.

"Well, I knew but I didn't go out." I muttered groggily. I turned my back on Niall and closed my eyes.

"She's found now, that's what matters."

"Uhuh. How'd you find her?" I asked.

"She just went home." He answered. "I checked up on her and she seemed fine. Well, a bit shaken up about something but she's fine."

"And by shaken up, you mean?" I quizzed though I still wasn't looking.

"I don't know, strange. Flustered, rather."

"Right, right. Flustered. Least she's fine." I added. As far as I'm concerned, it wasn't obvious that she was here and I was alright about that.

"To be honest, I'm quite surprised you aren't overreacting right now." He said.

"Why would I overreact?" I asked.

"Maybe because she was missing?"

"Maybe because I'm just sick." I replied. "Good night, Neo."

"You've been sleeping all day."

"I've been sick all day." I corrected because I've not been sleeping all day, not really. "And I'm sleepy, g'night mate."

The sick days went on, even until Monday. See, this is the problem when I get sick, it usually goes on for days. Well, I wasn't feeling that awful as I have the past few days so I went ahead and took a bath. After doing so, I looked at myself in the mirror before putting a shirt on, damn, I look thin.

"Harry," Niall called and I didn't even notice him. . . and it's already past twelve pm, great. "Put some damn clothes on."

"Y-Yeah, erm, one sec." I sighed, taking one of my shirt, putting one navy blue on and then I lied on my bed. I pulled the covers over me.

"I'm sorry." He said entering the room, "She just wouldn't disagree."

"Oh no." I muttered, knowing what exactly is going on.

The door opened wide and Taylor came in skipping on her steps. She's got her full uniform on, like Niall but her hair is in two braids at either side.

"I gotta see if you're okay." She said with a smile. "Niall told me you were sick since Friday?"

I smiled cheekily, we both know she's lying. "Y-Yeah, how was your competition?"

"Came in silver." She replied and sat on my bed, her eyes trailing on the corkboard near Niall's head. I've realised, there was a silver medal and it had been there how long?! "How are you feeling?"

"I'll live." I said, licking my lips. Niall sat in front of us and honestly, I don't really care if he was there. "What have you been up to since you've been gone?"

"Going places, saying unspeakable things." She smirked brilliantly at the last part. We both know what she's talking about. "Just the usuals. You?"

"Lying around, sleeping. Getting myself heart attacks." I replied and she laughed. "You're alright, now?"

"Yes."