Nosh?

-Chapter 21 The legend dies with the heart-

Zayn's POV:

I saw the news flash across the screen on my small flat screen tv at my house. It read "The former band One Direction stops performing out of no where. The fans are refunded and no one knows why" then there was a clip from an interview with Liam and Louis. "We can't explain right now but we need to take a break. We would really appreciate privacy." I flipped the tv off after that. That whole story was a month ago. I left London one month ago today and I am so miserable. I nearly killed Niall and I feel as if I am the wrong person for him. He doesn't need me in his life. So I left. I've been struggling to work and staying with my mom until the builders complete my house. I got up off my bed and walked into the living room. My mom was playing with my younger sister and didn't even notice me. In fact she wasn't the only one. No one walks up to me. No one asks me why I'm not with the others. It's like I've been completely forgotten and it's heartbreaking. I wish I was dead. I wish I wasn't here to torture myself with the past. I wish Niall was okay. Niall.... somehow my brain always went back to the blonde boy. I missed him so much. I haven't even talked to the other boys to see if he is okay. I can't face him. I really screwed up and brought others down with me. "Im sorry Niall... im sorry." I felt the warm fluid leak from my wrists as I looked down at the kitchen knife I just cut myself with. I'm not the same. What have I become?

Josh's POV:

When I found out Niall was in a coma I was crushed. I knew I had caused his crash. I knew that if I hadn't have said what I said he would still be here in my arms. I loved this boy so much, I haven't even left the hospital in a month. I'm not allowed in the room but I can sit outside the room. I've been here so long the staff have gotten me a cot to sleep on outside his room. I stare at him all day and barely eat. Liam and Harry always make me eat when they come to visit in hopes that something has changed.  He hasn't even moved a finger like the movies always show. My spirit and body were just tired. I needed sleep... I needed food... I needed.... him. He's the one I need. I feel like the fall of one direction was my fault. I feel like I destroyed the careers of five other people just because I was being childish and selfish. I shouldn't have acted that way towards Niall even if he did hurt me. I wish I could take it back. I wish I was in that bed instead of my angel.
Sighing I stood to try and escape the craziness inside my head. I paced the hall as I do every day when I'm tired of listening to myself think and overthink. I walk. far enough to get exercise  but not far enough to not be right next to Niall if and when he decides to wake up. I do this constantly not wanting to leave his side. I just wish he would wake up.

----- 3 Months Later-----

Josh's POV:

Three long months. I can't believe my angel hasn't improved and I'm starting to loose hope. The doctor keeps me updated 24/7 as he checks on him all the time, but still nothing. The boys have stopped coming since they figured I would call if anything changes. More like they want to move on in life but whatever.

One morning I'm just waking up with all the hustle and bustle in the ICU and the first thing I do is look at him. My eyes widen and my heart rate increase as I nearly scream- " HES AWAKE!!!" He was coughing and moving his hands and feet while the doctor undid his machines and pulled the tube from his throat. I saw him spit and sputter while laying back still again. I nearly broke the door trying to get in to see him. The doctor quickly rushed over to stop me and calm me down. "He needs to rest but if u promise not to excite him to much I will let you in for a brief moment." He said to me. I shook my head aggressively. "I promise i promise I promise." I said. He led me to Nialls bed side and I gently took his pale hand. "N-Niall" I whispered.  His fingers wiggles a little as his eyes opened and focused on me. I just stood there speechless holding his hand. He closed his eyes again and the doctor said "keep talking to him he is responding to you. " he watches the monitor as I speak softly to him. "Niall.. baby it's me... I'm so sorry... please...please forgive me." The heart monitor beeped and beeped faster each second as my words reached Nialls ears. The doctor was shocked. "Wow. Maybe I should have let you in here a while ago. You must be something special to him. His heart returns to normal every time you speak." I looked at him and got close to his ear. "I love you Niall James Horan." The monitor went crazy and he opened his eyes sitting up a bit. My mouth dropped open as I looked at him. "I...err -coughs- I...-coughs again" he was trying to speak. The doctor told him not to attempt to speak yet as the tube has made his throat soar. So he had a nurse bring in a pen and paper. "Alright I will be back shortly. You young man come get me if something happens." The doctor said to me before leaving the room. I looked at Niall as he was writing something down.