Forgotten || n.h

Chapter twenty

Who knew 10 seconds was that fast? Who knew everything could change just after 10 seconds?

I could remember the thick smoke around me. The sound of someone calling out to me and Niall. It was muffled, along with the irritating ringing in my ears and sirens. I forced my eyes open to find a body near me, the lids of his eyes had covered his ocean blue orbs. His hands still intertwined with mine, but it had no grip, they were lose. I tried to speak but I couldn't.

I couldn't.

Then everything went black.

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The first sense to slightly clear up was my hearing, but it sounded like I was under water. Soon I was able to move my fingers slightly, along with my toes and slightly my head. I then tried to force my eyes open, blinking slightly when bright lights and colors greet me. The sound of the beeping machine connected to me was heard.

"Yeah, the flight was hec- SHE'S AWAKE."

The voices were clearer now. I follow the sound to see Sam standing at the edge of the hospital bed with Mason next to her. I scan the room further to see my mom standing beside the bed.

"Mom." I asked, my voice breaking slightly as I reach for her. She embraces me carefully, pressing her lips against my forehead.

"Are you o-" she cuts me off.

"Sweetheart, I am fine. It's you I'm worried about." She sighs, stroking my hair.

"But how?" I ask.

"Some of Niall's friends." She simply says.

Niall. My eyes widened, as I try to get up. All of them trying to stop me and calm me down.

"Where's Niall??" My voice cracking, panicking as I try to push their hands away.

"Calm down, Sky." Sam whispers, guiding me back down.

"Where is he?" I asked, my tone serious as I stare into her eyes.

"He's fine. He's in the next room resting. He had the same reaction as you." She smiled.

I calm myself down slightly.

"Can I see him?" I ask, almost begging.

"After you get better." My mom says, fixing my pillow.

"But-" before I could say anything more, the door opens to reveal messy dirty blonde hair, along with sparkling blue eyes. A bandage was seen on the side of his forehead and around his arm, still he manages to take my breath away.

"We couldn't stop him." Louis sighs, scratching the back of his neck.

Niall makes his way towards me, holding my hand in his.

"I thought I lost you again." He whispers, pressing his lips against the back of my hand.

"Shouldn't I be the one saying that?" I smile lightly as he chuckles.

"I love you." He whispers, his eyes saddens, looking down.

"Hey." I encourage him, lifting his face up with my index finger.