Falling for you.

Chapter 5

I crept into the house around 3:00 silently thanking God that I had a house key. I walked through the kitchen and bolted to my room hoping that my mother wasn't still up roaming the house somewhere. Things with my mother aren't exactly perfect. My dad left when I was 10. He loved me. He did. He just didn't love my mother. And so he left and didn't try to get in touch with me at all. I tell myself every night that he loved me. But sometimes I felt like crying because I knew it wasn't the truth. My mom and I fight constantly now that he's gone which is why I leave the house so often.

But I never let myself cry. I refuse to cry over someone who wouldn't cry over me. And in the back of my mind I know that wherever my dad is, he is most certainly not crying over the daughter he left.

That's also why I am reluctant to become close with anyone or anything. Because I believe that the only thing love can do is burn you up and leave you lying on the ground. Love is a dangerous fire. And I am not willing to take the risk.

I pull on some sweat shorts and a t-shirt and climb into bed, falling asleep to thoughts of blue eyes, laughing, bright smiles, and an irish accent.

I wake up at 12:00 to the buzz of my phone. I smile sleepily as I pick up.

"Hello?" I say

Hello? Dru?" A panicked voice comes over the speaker. It's easy to tell that it's not Niall speaking. I take a wild guess that It might be Louis.

"Yeah what's up?" I ask nervously. My heart pounds for unexplainable reasons.

"This is Louis. Niall.....got sick last night after you left. He's been sick all morning and we're all really worried.

Why call me? I want to ask. But I bite my tongue, staying silent for a moment.

"Dru are you there?" Louis asks.

All of a sudden I hear a cry in the background.

"I told you not to call her! She doesn't want to come! This isn't her problem." Niall's accent is still there but his voice sounds raw.

"He sounds bad." I exclaim.

"He is. he says your name in his sleep and yells at me not to call you when he's awake." Louis states

I feel my heart sway. "He says your name in his sleep." Louis had said. "He says your name in his sleep." Something about those words hit me hard and I find myself saying I'll be right over. I pull on a different shirt and walk downstairs where my mother is drinking coffee. I say nothing to her and I'm almost at the door when she speaks.

"Where do you think your going?" She asks. Same old conversation every time.

"Out." I reply shortly.

"Would you like to tell me where?"

Not really." I turn back towards the door.

"You didn't come back 'till late last night." My mother states.

"Yeah, I know."

"Well bye."

"Whatever." I slam the screen door wondering for the millionth time why all the fight if she was going to give up so easily in the end?

When I get to the house Liam opens the door. He is carrying air freshener In both hands. It smells like lavender.

"It was terrible before I sprayed this." Liam states "Actually quite good stuff." I smile a little and follow him upstairs. Niall is laying in his bed. His cheeks flushed and his eyes closed. Louis and Harry and Zayn sat at the foot of the bed watching him.

"Good-morning Dru." Harry says with a cheerful smile. "Lovely day isn't it?" I can tell he's just joking and I roll my eyes.

"Dru?" Niall asks lifting his head with an effort.

"Yeah." I whisper keeling next to the bed.

"I told them not to bother you." He whispers.

"Your not bothering me." I assure him. I like to think I was lying when I said that but in truth he wasn't.

"He's been throwing up all night." Louis explains "and his voice sounds horrid."

"Thanks mate." Niall groans. I let out a small laugh.

"I think he needs to go to the hospital." Zayn suggested. "His throat is RED."

I turn to Niall. He seems to know before I ask and opens his mouth. You can see the red without a flashlight.

"I think your right, Zayn." I reply.

"We can go." Louis said "I'll drive."

"NO!" All the boys cried at once even Niall croaked out a "no" Louis looked disappointed.

"I'll drive." I offer. Everyone agrees and Liam carries Niall downstairs.

"This is SO awkward." Niall groans.

"Believe me mate, I'm not enjoying it either." Liam says. "No offense Ni but you smell terrible."

"Same to you buddy." Niall croaks and then he falls asleep.

It's a long ride to the hospital and finally we get there and Niall is whisked away to who knows where. We sit and we wait. My heart pounding all the while.