Found (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

Niall's P.O.V.

I stroke Ryan's long, light-brown hair. The tears continue to spill, and all you can hear is sobbing in the car. Louis is having a hard time driving, and Harry hasn't said a word the whole time. We're all so scared. I thought I found her; my princess.

Do you know when you feel something? It's like you don't know anything about someone or something, but it just feels right? You feel like the thing is your home; your closure. That's Ryan. There's something about her, she just feels so... Right. Whenever she would look at me my heart would stop, and my cheeks would turn a deep crimson; and I'm twenty years old.

It doesn't happen very often, really. I've waited so long for someone. I don't just date someone to date someone, I want to date someone that's good for me. Someone that I would do anything for; Ryan.

We pull into the ER and I run her in. I try to make her as comfortable as possible in my arms, and I hold onto her so tight that my knuckles have turned white. She's everything; my everything, and I can't let her go. I run her inside and practically yell at the lady behind the desk, telling everyone to rush; even though I know they're trying their hardest. She gets into a room and we're told to wait outside. I pace back and forth, thinking of all the possibilities of the situation.

She could be dead. My mind keeps reminding me.

I look up. Louis and Harry aren't doing to well, either. Louis is sobbing and Harry is trying to hide his sob.

"Mr. Tomlinson, Horan, and Styles?" A doctor calls. I'm slightly startled, but I shake it off. I rub my eyes.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Ryan.. She's in a coma. We're going to have to call her parents immediately."

Louis and I look at each other in horror.

"You can't do that". Louis says.

"Actually I can, and I have to."

"No... Because.. Her father is actually out of the country right now. His name is Simon Cowell, I'm sure you've heard of him."

I give him a strange look and he sends me the 'go along with it' look.

"Yeah, he's not here. You can call him?" I say.

Louis lets out a breath and smiles at me.

"Alright, the number?"

We give him the number and I try to stifle my laugh when I see Louis text Simon as fast as he can, telling him that he has a new daughter and to go along with the phone call he's going to recieve. I immediately stop laughing when I think about Ryan again. She's still in there. In a coma.

I suck in a breath, "How long.. How long will she be in a coma?"

The doctor sighs, "There's no telling. It could be minutes, hours, days, weeks, months. Years. She could never come out. Nobody knows."

I start to shake and sob again. "Are you sure?" I ask, my voice cracking.

"Yes.. I'm so sorry." The doctor says.

"No." I say.

He looks at me with a confused look covering his features, "No?"

"Don't say I'm sorry. That means that it's over." I say, my jaw tightening.

The doctor nods and walks away.

I walk back into Ryan's room and sit down by her, in the chair I had pulled up earlier. I look at her and stroke her cheek. I suck in a breath and prepare myself for my next action. I carefully take her hand in mine and turn it over carefully. I cringe when I see her wrist. There are long, deep cuts all over. I look at the one cut that could have ended her life; the one that took her from me. It's right on her nerve. My eyes start to tear and before I know it I'm crying again. I lay my head on her chest and sob; I stay like that for awhile.

I get up when an idea comes to my mind. I run downstairs to the gift shop, and sigh in relief when I see it's still open. The lady behind the counter smiles at me, "You look you're the last costumer of the day."

I try to smile at her, and run around the store until I find what I was looking for. A notebook. I grab it and run to the counter. I pay for it and thank the lady, running up to Ryan's room. 143..144..145. I open the off-white door and enter the room. There is an eerie silence; there always is when the other boys aren't here. I sit down at the table and grab a pen off the table and begin to write.

*35 days later*

Entry thirty-five

It's been thirty-five days, seven hours, fourteen minutes and twelve seconds. Ryan is still here, in the hospital. I wish I could just hear her voice or see her flawless smile. I miss her so much. I'm still at the hospital, I'm always here. The boys will get me things here and there, but I'm still always here. I don't leave often, only when I'm forced to. I haven't eaten almost anything, and I've Gotton almost no sleep. The boys have been trying to get me out of the hospital to do things, but I won't leave. I refuse to. I can't leave my princess. Ryan hasn't had any progress in the past month. I love her. I was going to tell her, that night. The night that she almost killed herself; the night she almost left me. I love her so much, more than I have loved any girl before.

-Niall

*

I sigh and get up, again. I'm startled when the doctor enters, but I calm down when I realize it's him. I used to smile at him when he walked in, but I don't feel anything now. I've gone numb. I'm only hanging on to a sliver of hope, that's all I have.

"I have to tell you something, Mr. Horan."

I stare at him, my eyes empty.

He takes my silence as an answer to continue and he sighs, "We're taking Ryan off life support. "

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