Age Doesn't Matter- Niall Horan Fanfic

One Direction..... REUNITED!!

4 updates in just 4 days!!!!

      ~Dedicated to GemmaaStyless~

4 Months Later

       Niall's POV

        Well, I'm gettin out if here. Yes, my hand is still broken. The doctor here said it would take at least 4 months to heal. I punched the wall so much!! The doctor said it would take that long because I broke my hand in 5 different places. 2 fingers, my thumb, my wrist, and the area around my wrist. I'm just so glad to be getting out of here.

              "Mr. Horan, your boyfriend just checked you out. Come with me please."

               "I'm gonna miss you. I've never gotten your name."

               "I'm gonna miss you too. My name is Trinity, by the way."

                "Well then, Nurse Trinity, I will miss you. Can I have your number?? I got a friend who would probably want to date you."

                  "Really?? Who???"

                   "Louis Tomlinson."

                    "Here you go and here we are. Shall I be expecting a call from Louis?"

                     "Thank you, and yes, yes you should. Goodbye, Trinity."

                      "Goodbye, Niall."

                Lane was standing out by my new car (at least that's what I guess I it). I dropped my suitcase and ran to him. He opened his arms and I jumped into them. He caught me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. We just stood there for what felt like a lifetime and we were just enjoying each other's company.

               "We should probably go back to the hotel room. It's getting late, and I know your hungry."

               "Ok, let's go. But, one question."

               "What is it?"

               "Where are the boys???"

                "At their houses. Except not Harry."

                "Where's Harry?"

                 "The hospital."

                 "Why is he in the hospital?"

                  "He wrecked on his motorcycle and died for 15 minutes. His heart just started back up. He started his recovery process last week."

                   "Will we go see him??"

                   "Course. I go see him all the time. He was in a medically-induced coma for about 3 months. He woke up a month ago and I've been to see him almost everyday after I get off work."

                    "Ok. Let's just go back to the hotel room. Sound good?"

                    "Let's go."

             We got in the car and Lane started it up and we left to the hotel room in a cormfortable silence. We were just enjoying the quiet when Lane decided to break the silence.

                    "So, you want to tell me why your hand is still in a cast?"

                    "Ok, I got out of the first cast and then the next day I punched another wall. Then I punched another 2 weeks ago. The doctors changed my meds and now I don't punch walls anymore. I am back to my normal self."