Chapter 23: At Last

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HARRY'S POV:

I've been waiting in this hospital for forever, waiting for the time I can visit Niall. They took the X-Ray's had to fix the bone which I have no idea how they did, and then put the cast on. They want to wait for Niall's drugs to wear off a bit before they let anyone see him, but since it's almost ten at night visiting hours will be over soon so Niall needs to hurry the hell up and get lucid.

"Harry?" Nialls doctor speaks into the room. I stand up and walk over to him. "Niall will like me to tell you that he cordially invites you to his death room." The doctor grins, not having the humor behind Nialls personality. I smile, thanking the doctor before I take quick steps to Niall's room.

"Harry!" I turn around when Louis' voice stops me. I give him a look, letting him catch up to me. "Um, Liam told me about Niall.." I guess it didn't matter if I texted Liam and Zayn about coming home late and not Louis. "I'm sorry, I--I didn't want you guys to be together but I didn't want him to get hurt." Louis sounds sincere about this apology, but is he saying he was the driver of the car?

"You driving?!" I almost shout, shocked at Louis' actions. "No! I'm just saying..I'm sorry he got hurt." Looking Louis in the eyes, I can see he still has pure hatred for Niall. But he is truly sorry about the accident. That would have been bonkers if Louis did that to Niall. Louis would never do that to anyone, no matter how much he hates them. I feel bad for accusing him.

"Thanks." I stuff my hands in my jacket pockets, Louis nodding and shifting on his feet. Louis turns around and starts walking away, so I continue down the hall as my happy attitude slowly returns on my venture to Niall's room.

"Wondrous." Is the first thing Niall says when I enter the room through the closed door. "What?" I smirk, dragging a fold out chair next to Niall's bed. "Harry Wondrous Styles.That's your middle name. Wondrous." Niall smiles, sitting up in the bed more by using the remote. "Pretty damn close." I shake my head. "What is it?" Niall asks out of curiosity. "Sexy." Niall laughs and adjusts himself by lifting himself up with his hands and setting himself back down. "It's Edward." I admit the truth after chuckling at Niall's adorable, infectious laugh. "James." Niall looks at me, a bit embarrassed he didn't know my middle name when Louis did. But I didn't know his, either, so he can't be so embarrassed. "When's your birthday?" I ask, making a point. "September 13th." He answers. "I didn't know that." I smirk kindly. "When's mine?" Niall shrugs, his cheeks turning a bit more pink. "That one month on that one day." Niall shrugs. I laugh, shaking my head, "February 1st." Niall toothlessly smiles and deciphers the information. "Don't be embarrassed, babe. We're still learning."

Niall and I had spent the rest of the night finishing Insidious with the mobile film player I brought with me and eating the shitty hospital food. It's not as bad as people make it out to be, but it's definitely not the best food in the world.

NIALL'S POV:

Harry ended up falling asleep near the end of the movie, his head resting against my shoulder from laying next to me on the small hospital bed. I can leave tomorrow afternoon, which I'm really excited for because Mum thinks I've taken over for Jay again and was working all day and night, and then she'll think I've gone back to work tomorrow morning since she has no work tomorrow. I'll have to tell her I broke my foot in the worst way possible.

The film credits are rolling up on the screen, meaning the movie is over. I tip my head barely as I look down at Harry, moving my arm out from under him and wrap it around his shoulders. I run a curl through my fingers and very lightly glide my hand through his hair soothingly, feeling his chest rise up and down in a slow rhythm. When Harry sleeps, his face is so much more relaxed and calm. His skin is so smooth, and its glowing. His arms are crossed over each other and tucked against his body vertically, feet crossing over each other as well.

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