Affection | N.H

Chapter 9

("When you do what you fear the most, then you can do anything." -Stephen Richards)

"Yeah, I think it's still better to keep her under observation for a couple of days." An unknown, yet concerned voice says as I slowly open my eyelids. Instantly, the smell of medicine and the annoying smell of hospitals fill my senses. I groan silently and I tilt my head slightly to take in my surroundings. A nurse is rummaging around with a medicine box at my side and a grey haired man with a white coat is talking to Niall in a distance. I assume I heard his voice in my sleep.

"Oh look, who's back!" The nurse beside me smiles widely as Niall's and the doctor's heads snap towards me. I ignore eye contact with them and just smile weakly, yet politely at the nurse. By the corner of my eye, I see Niall walking towards me.

"How was the long sleep honey?" The nurse asks, still smiling. She bends down a bit so that she can touch my arm to comfort me. The comfort that I don't need. My body is too achy but I still manage to crack a smile at her.

"Yeah, good."

I am surprised to see Niall at the hospital but shock fills in me when Niall speaks up with a hint of concern in his voice. "Feeling better?"

How does he expect me to have a conversation with him? He is a stranger and he will always be a stranger to me. He is my room mate's friend, not mine. He is absolutely different from me. He enjoys sleeping with countless girls and partying all night whereas I hate company of other people. I haven't known Niall for long but I am so sure that we can never be friends. He is too tough to understand and I don't have enough time to waste on him. I look down from his face and pretend to not hear him.

I hear a scoff. "Can you give us a minute please?" Niall speaking politely to the nurse catches me off guard. I never knew he has any hint of manners in himself because he doesn't ask people. He tells people.

With a disapproving look on her face, the nurse walks out the room, dragging the trolley behind her.

I look up at him to throw hurtful words at him but as soon as the nurse leaves the room, Niall crosses his arms over his chest and parts his mouth. "Why are there scars and cuts on your arms and wrists?" With a very neutral expression, Niall asks me.

"Because your men injured me I guess?" I push myself off the bed and slowly sit up. Niall frowns. I pour my eyes into his, not giving him the chance to look away. He doesn't seem to be satisfied with my answer but decides to drop it.

"The doctor says you have to stay here for a couple of days." Niall tells me. He sounds as if he has been forced to tell me all this.

"Isn't this what you wanted? Me being sick and not being able to attend classes?" My voice comes out low but my words hold a lot of power.

"Why the fuck would I want that? I have enough shit to do in life than waste my time on you." his voice rises slightly and he waits for a fight to begin. A while back, I was thinking that I am wasting my time by keeping him in my life and now he is saying he is wasting his time on me.

"I don't want to talk to you now. You have lost the right to talk to me." A tear escapes my eye and Niall gets another reason to assure he is stronger than I am. I quickly wipe it away and try my best to hide the pain that is floating around in my goddamn body right now.

"As if I am dying to speak to you? Look I don't have a reason to talk to you and neither will I ever find a reason. I don't even think I need to give you an explanation for whatever happened last night. I don't owe you anything. In fact I don't owe anything to acquaintances. I am just here to hand your phone to you and tell you that your mother called." I flinch at his words and I look up for him to continue."I received her call and told her you are alright. I don't even want to remember what she said afterwards." Niall finishes the sentence with a growl.