Be My Mascot

Chapter 68

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Chapter 68

Niall's POV

My breath is erratic, irregular, and scratchy, and I think I may pass out any second now. She's awake. Her perfect, glistening irises are staring back at me and she's awake. After hours and hours of panic and uncertainty I'm finally at ease.

I can barely catch myself before I'm flinging myself over her. She grunts as my body crushes her in swarms of suffocating hugs. When her hands raise to push me off of her crushed frame, I unwillingly release my grip. I sit back, wide eyed and trying to figure out what to say. One wrong word and I'm being sent to the couch for the night.

"Bailey..Christ you're awake," I gush, relief filling the place of negative emotions.

"Yes, I am." Her voice sounds weak and sore and I absolutely hate it. It's all because of me. Her yelling and shouting of pleas for me to leave Harry alone and stop fighting him all turned into a bruised head and a sore throat.

I'm off the bed and on my feet in seconds, dashing into our bathroom that's feet away to messily fill a plastic cup with cold tap water. Bailey intently watches me as I return to our room and I can't read her face. It's entirely blank. No emotions. No way of silently testing her if she's utterly pissed at me or....well never mind. I don't know how she can't be pissed at me.

Her hands shakily reach out to try and take the cup from me. Seeing how shook up and tired she is, I tilt my hand away from her touch. Bailey frowns at me, glaring over her partially closed eyelids.

"Let me help you," I tenderly whisper.

Her face falls to her lap and I nervously chew at my lip. Without thinking, I grasp her fragile hand-the one with the ring-and hold it up to my chest. Her newly wide eyes meet my gaze and we hold it there for the longest time until I sit down at the edge of the bed next to her and manually hold the cup up to her chapped lips. She takes short spurts of water at a time, soon finishing the small amount of liquid with a gulp. I toss the empty plastic into the waste bin.

"Please let me explain what happened I-"

"Niall, my head really hurts," Bailey suddenly rushes in interruption, squeezing her eyes closed in pain.

The panic returns at full force and my stomach drops seeing her heavily pant in discomfort.

"Shit, okay what do you need? Where does it hurt?" I burst up from the bed to stand over her.

"Ice," she can barely answer one of my questions and it's extremely quiet.

The ice pack that was behind her head must be loosing the chilliness, and when I shoot my vision down to the second one I brought from the bakery tucked inside my shirt, gooey and warm feeling, I mentally curse myself out yet again.

I rear through my brain to concoct some sort of solution.

"I'll be right back, please stay awake. I'm so sorry," I hurriedly say, racing out of our bedroom and flying down the staircase. My body reels itself over the banister with a thump and I sprint into the kitchen. The refrigerator door is flung open and I find the tray of ice cubes. I whack them out of the molding carton and pile them into a baggy, zipping it closed, and darting back upstairs.

Bailey's chest is rising and falling at an uneven rate-like my blood pressure right now-and I carefully lift her head up slightly to exchange the used ice pack for my invention of one.

A sigh falls from her dry lips when her head comes in contact with the cooling tool.

I'm able to kinda breathe now, knowing that the pain has been reduced.