Not So Perfect After All. (Niall Horan Fan Fic (Non Famous))

Chapter 18

Darcy Pov

It hurt.

When the doctor mentioned the bike, I knew it was my fault. I bought him that bike for him the previous Christmas. If I hadn't had bought him that bike, he wouldn't have been lied in my arms in a damned coma!

'Miss. I'm sorry, but you are going to have to leave. Mr Blue has another operation that he needs to be prepped for. I have to ask you to leave', a nurse said from the door. I hesitated, and then nodded. I untangled myself from Hunter and stepped out of his room, passing the nurse. I walked through the hospital corridors with my head hung.

'Darcy?', Harry asked from the chairs. He held a sleeping Lola in his arms.

'Yeah, where's Niall?', I asked quietly.

'He went outside', Harry said. 'Come here first, though'. I walked over and sat next to him. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder. 'My girls', he whispered. He released me and let me go. I stood and walked towards the big, double doors of the hospital.

Sure enough, Niall was stood, propped up against a wall, outside. He had his phone in his hands and a cigarette dangling between his lips. I walked up to him. 'Hey, love', he whispered, pulling me into his body. 'How are you feeling?', he asked.

'Cold, stressed, tired, sad, alone, depressed, tense, guilty.... everything that isn't positive', I said as more fresh tears pricked at my eyes.

'Why do you feel guilty?', Niall asked me.

''Cause I bought him that bike', I mumbled.

'So? Don't blame yourself', Niall said. The cigarette that was hanging between his lips bounced as he spoke. I took the end in between my fingers and took it out of his mouth. I placed it in between my lips and took a long, slow drag. I let the smoke takeover my body and slumped my shoulders as it relaxed me. 'I never knew you smoke', Niall raised his eyebrows.

'I did. I don't anymore. When I had those troubles with the bullying, some people still bullied me when we were 15. I didn't tell Harry though. I also got involved with the wrong types of people outside of school. They tried to make me do drugs. I never did though', I explained to Niall, handing him back his cigarette. He took me back into his arms. I felt safe there. I felt like nobody could hurt me or get me down when I was in his arms. 'This is just something else for them to use to hurt me, isn't it?', I whispered against his chest. 'I mean, the football team and Zayn and Kai', I finished.

'Not if I'm around', Niall growled.

'Hey, calm down, baby', I soothed, placing my palm flat in his chest. 'I have an appointment to get my pot off tomorrow. Do you want to come with me and see if I can get it off now?', I asked him, changing the subject. Niall's eyes softened and he nodded, taking my hand. I lead him to the reception desk.

'Hey, Love. Can I help you?', a bloke in his 20's asked me.

'Yeah. I have an appointment to get this cast off tomorrow. I was wondering, since I'm here, if I could get it off now', I asked politely.

'Sure, of course. I'll do it myself. What's your name?'

'Darcy Blue', I said, leaning back against Niall's chest.

'Was your appointment at 3:25?', He asked. I just nodded in response. 'Okay. If you'll follow me please' I took Niall's hand and we walked after the doctor. 'Oh, he has to stay'. He looked over at Niall.

'No, I don't. I'm coming with her', Niall told him. The glare sent to the doctor must've scared him, cause he started to move again.

'Just sit here whilst I take her pot off', Doctor whispered. Niall stayed stood.

'Please. Can he come in? Please?', I begged. The doctor sighed and nodded. We walked over to the hospital bed and I sat down on Ni's lap. His arms snaked around my waist and his chin sat happily on my shoulder.

'This won't hurt. It tickles but the blade can't cut your skin or the bandage under the pot. It just cuts the fibreglass', the doctor said. He even pressed the spinning blade against the palm of his hand. 'See'. I nodded and he took a hold of my arm and placed the spinning edge onto the purple pot.

Within seconds, the pot was split in half and on the medical table. He pulled the tubi-grip bandage off and smiled. 'I suggest you go wash that hand. It'll stink, no offence, and it'll help wash off all of the dead skin. Once it's unstiffened, you can use it properly again. Just keep it moving', He said, smiling at me.

'Thanks. It means a lot. I have a, lets say, unavoidable engagement', I smiled. He nodded.

'High School life's like that. Although, do you think you'd be able to fit in time to grab a quick drink with me, maybe dinner?', He smiled a sickly-sweet smile.

'No. She can't', Niall said for me. I'm glad he said that. I'd have been asking if he was bloody blind! Did he not see us, though!?

'I think I asked Darcy a question, not whoever you are', The doctor, I'd read on his badge that his name was Jim Heart, glared.

'I think, as my boyfriend, he can tell a guy that I'd rather not go on a date with them. Don't you, Ni Ni?', I asked.

'I completely agree, Darc', Niall chuckled, enjoying the sight of the doctor squirm.

'So, er.... I ...... em- um- Take... er.... good er care of -er- em your er arm', the doctor stuttered rather annoyingly. He scampered off, leaving me and Niall in a hilarious state of laughter and hysterics.

This is why I love him.

Not cause I saved him. Not because I felt sorry for him. Not because I fancied a change of scenery in men. Not because I wanted revenge on Liam or a way to get over him.

I love Niall because he's so ridiculously funny, so protecting, so loving, so kind, so gentle. I love it how he can change from a rock hard, scary as shit, punk guy, to my Niall. The one who'll lie with me when I'm unwell or let me wear his shirts to school. The Niall that kisses me in the corridors just so I know how much he loves me. The one that will sit and watch me at practise just because he wants to take me home.

The Niall that only I know.