The Library Boy {Niam}

Chapter 8

Liam’s Pov

I watched Louis and Harry at the other side of the classroom. They made things up again. I’m gratefull in some way. I no longer have to watch a lifeless Harry hung up over the fact his crush might have played him for as far as that was possible, considering they weren’t official.

For a change, it’s Zayn who takes place next to me. “Is it me or are those two love birds becoming eachothers drugs?” He chuckles, looking at me. “It’s not you. It’s actually happening. Even I sense it.” I smirk as I grab my books.

I haven’t seen Niall in a week. He has texted me quite alot and I’ve ignored his calls. In some weird way, I’m missing him. It’s odd. I never miss anyone. Not my parents, not Harry, no one, but I do miss Niall.

It took me four days to actually admit I do, but that doesn’t mean I understand. I barely know this boy. I know his life changed dramatically when cancer kicked in, I know his name is Niall Horan, that he’s 17 years old. I know he likes basketbal and would love to go to school, not to forget about how he loves books, games and movies. His way of living which is instructive for so many others. I know small things make him happy and that he truly means everything he says.

“Are you okay?” Zayn looks at me with slight concern in his eyes. I have to admit I’ve never seen someone with so many beautiful features plastered on one face. The girl that gets him will truly be lucky. Or guy..

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”  I lie, because I’m really not. I feel like all the emotions I have been trying to push away for the past week are falling over me all together right now and I’m defenitly far from enjoying it.

Should I go and see Niall? He would still be wanting to see me right? What if he doesn’t? Why do I care? But he texted yesterday right? Does that mean he cares? Probably not, I gave him a silent threatment?

I allow myself to think about how I made Niall feel. I know he cares. If Chris hadn’t walked in back then we would have kissed. I don’t want to face the fact, but it’s there. Does that mean that he likes me? If so, I probably hurted him quite alot by just running of like that and ignoring him for the past week saying it was a mistake.

I swallow and listen to the teacher rambling about the second world war. If everyone thought like Niall I’m sure war wouldn’t even be a word, because no one would think something like that could excist.

Why exactly am I applying Niall’s life style on my history teacher’s information in class? This is starting to get ridiculious.. I decide I should go and see Niall. After school.

I don’t know why, but the sentence: “tomorrow might be too late.” Popped up in my mind. Probably because Niall says it all the time. “Liam?” “Yeah?” “Let’s go outside.” “But it’s raining..” “Yeah, but.. Tomorrow it might be too late.” I sigh and sink away into the world of my thoughts again.

I snap out of it when the teacher writes the homework onto the digital board and start working on it. I still like history, so I actually enjoy doing so. I glance over at Louis and Harry who are whispering. I’ve honestly never seen Harry this in love before and think that Louis might actually be good to him.

“Do you know the answer at question 7. I’m stuck man.” Zayn mumbled, glancing up. It’s clear that he doesn’t like this subject as much as I do and considering he had an F for his last test I take he sucks at history or doesn’t think it’s interesting enough to actually study for.

“Hitler spend his last days in a bunker. When the russians came closer and it was obvious they’d find him soon he and his wife attempted suicide. He asked his man to burn their bodies considering their enemy hang up the dead bodies of his other important man so they could spit on them and he didn’t want that to happen.”

Zayn looked at me as if he’d seen something utterly disgusting. “Gross.” He whined. “True.” I told him as he made a note of it.

After 30 more minutes the bell rang, making me jump up, pushing my stuff into my bag and racing through the hallways outside. The weather had turned out great again as I walked to the church on a fast pace.

I smile weakly looking to my right as I face the beach. I’ll take Niall to the beach today even if he doesn’t want too. I’m so taken away by my view that I nearly trip when an ambulance rushes past me. I don’t even know how I couldn’t have heard it coming because the terrifying noise it makes can be heard from far away.

I sigh softly and watch the ambulance untill it’s out of my sight and keep walking on the steady pace I used before I nearly fell on my face.

I hear alot of voices near the church and stare in horror when I pass the high bushes and realize the ambulance that just passed me is standing right in front of the place.

I run over only to see how Niall is laying on a stretcher unconsciousness, mask on his face which is probably forcing him to breathe. I see Chris who’s trying to keep it together for his grandson. “Liam..” He said, rather serious. “What’s going on?!” I squak in complete panic.

“He collapsed.” Chris brought out with a cracked voice. He didn’t just collapse, I’m sure of that. Otherwise there wouldn’t be an ambulance and all.

“Could you go with him to the hospital? I’ll contact the family.” That sounded like I had to expect the worst. It’s been a long time since I’ve actually felt frightened. I nod and step into the ambulance, wrapping my hands around Niall’s cold ones.

The siren get’s turned on again, making me realize that Niall is in a really bad state right now.

Today it might have been too late. What would have happend if I waited untill tomorrow?

La cliffhanger (:

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