A Thousand Ships (A Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen: Back to How It Was Before

(Isabella’s P.O.V.)

At around two in the morning I was having the cutest dream involving Niall courting me during medieval times. I was a princess and he was one of the five favorite town jokers, but we fell in love. It was just a crazy funny mess of us trying to be together while our friends disapproved and pulled pranks on us. Near the end of it, though, we were just about to have our big kiss once everyone was finally okay with us when the other jokers came bursting in. They began to sing Kiss You while Niall slowly started to fade away. As he faded, three of them rushed to grab at him before he was gone to save him. I began to fade as well, but only one of them, the one that resembled Louis, tried to save me. I saw a dark shadow of a girl in the corner and then more in the other corners and they began to shift forward toward the scene. That was when I woke up. I then realized I had actually been my phone playing Kiss You because someone was calling me.

Unfortunately my phone was all the way across the room and my friends were piled between me and it. Only Lil woke up as she sleepily lifted her head. The room was completely dark, but our eyes met in a stare. She pointed to the direction of the noise, indicating that I better go turn it off before Vi or Zo woke up. My feet bounced  into the openings where floor was available and I wouldn’t be hitting either friend or miscellaneous possession. Lil let her head fall back onto the pillow, but I knew her eyes would watch me until I had turned it off. Once I made it to the phone I flipped it over to discover that it was Louis. I calculated the time difference quickly and determined it was about eight in the morning where they were. They would never be up by choice at this time unless they had pulled an all-nighter. They were aware of the time it was here as well, so they should’ve been assuming that I was sleeping. 

“This better be important,” I teased when I answered. 

“It is. Belle, Niall is in the hospital.” My entire face fell while I tried to remember how to breathe. Lil’s head shot up again as I didn’t say anything.

‘Oh my god,” I was finally able to choke out.

“He’s okay. He just woke up.”

“I want to talk to him.”

(Louis’ P.O.V.) 

Last night at the club El and I were having a grand time when she noticed Niall heavily stumbling towards us. I followed her to meet him halfway, and as we got closer we could see the beat up look about him and the red in his eyes. Before we could get close enough to talk to him he fell over. El glanced back at me with a horrified look and the two of us ran towards him, screaming his name. We saw his eyes open for a flick of a second before closing completely while we bent over him.

“Niall!” Eleanor started shaking him. My mind drew a complete blank on what to do I was so panicked. Some people began to notice the commotion and thankfully someone thought to call an ambulance. They arrived shortly after, taking Niall onto a stretcher and driving him to the nearest hospital while El and I followed in her car.

On the way there I sent a group message to the other boys, each one replying that they would be there as soon as possible. We were the first to arrive and had to wait patiently in the lobby while they took care of Niall. El and I were asked a few questions about the activities of the night, some of which we had no answer to since we’d been dancing for such a large portion of it. The doctors were thinking maybe there was something wrong with one of the drinks Niall had had, but soon Harry showed up and we discovered we were wrong. Niall had been drinking an uncanny amount of alcohol, with Harry, and more once Harry had left. After that was clarified Zayn, Liam, and Sophia all showed up together and we spent the night cramped in the cheap hospital chairs, El stroking my hair and Liam holding Sophia comfortingly on his lap while Harry and Zayn whispered to each other.