Affection | N.H

Chapter 10

("If you keep believing, the dream that you wish will come true." -Cinderella)

The Doctor knocks on the door before coming in. He sticks in his grey head through the parted doorway. "I hope Margaret has told you everything. May I come in if there's nothing personal going on?"

I sit up and straighten my back against the headboard of the bed and nod at him. Niall's eyes don't budge from the phone in his hands and the doctor comes in. "Ms Kraft, how are you feeling now?" The grey haired doctor asks, slowly taking off the bandages from my arms. He is trying to distract me from the pain by a conversation. He should realize that I am not a 6 year old anymore.

"Yeah I am good." I reply normally.

The doctor takes off all the bandages and puts on new ones. I honestly felt no pain. This injuring pain is nothing compared to the pain that I cause to myself. "There, you can go home now if you want to. Or you can wait until tomorrow morning. I have given you new dressings over your arms and I would like to see you again in a week." The doctor says packing some band aids in a box. "And", he looks at me with a huge smile. "You are strong. You are very strong. Just remember you can fight until you want to." The doctpr says after taking a glimpse of my wrists.

"Thank you." I smile weakly. I knew it. I just bloody knew it. The doctor saw my scars and understood that not all of them were caused because of the incident. I doubt Niall has explained him the real reason behind my injuries. After giving me a last smile and shooting Niall an unpleasant look, the doctor leaves the room.

I look back at Niall who has his usual bored expression on his face. "Are you ready to go yet?" He asks, still not looking up at me.

"I need clothes." I bite on the inside of my cheek to hide the embarassment. I wish I didn't have to have this conversation with him but I've been wearing this plain blue dress the hospital has made me wear. The thought of new clothes to leave the hospital hadn't crossed my mind before. If it did, I would've asked Margaret for something new.

Niall's head snaps up at me as soon as the words leave my mouth. He stares at me with his pinning blue eyes but doesn't say a word. I take my time to examine his face that holds nothing but boredom at the moment. "Oh, um," he looks around as if he will ever find something. Then he looks down at his chest before glancing at me once. I freeze on my spot as Niall takes off his sweatshirt and pulls up the black shirt over his head that he was wearing underneath. A silent gasp escapes my mouth as Niall hands me the black shirt. I take it from him and try not to look at bare chest. He.. he has got a nice body. His abs begin just from the bottom of his chest and make their way until the waistband of his boxers. I quickly take away my eyes from him as I watch him smirk at my expression. "Wear it for now. I will get you to the dorms then." This is all so normal for him, isnt't it? Well of course it is, if he stands casually in a room when Sophie changes her clothes, everything else is alright for him.

"I am not wearing your clothes." I cross my arms over my chest , still holding onto his shirt.

Niall groans, tired of me. "I give you two options, again. Either wear that shirt and suck it up and come with me to the dorms. Or stay in this fucking hospital for the rest of your life because no one is going to buy you new clothes. You don't have any fucking friends." After finishing the last sentence, Niall's voice softens. "I didn't mean that.." he looks down, embarrassed.

He is right though. I don't have any friends except for Louis. "I need pants too." I say ignoring his nasty compliment from earlier.

"No you don't. Just wear that shirt. It will be fucking baggy anyway."

"Niall please, I don't like revealing my body to the world and walk around being a skank." I say slowly standing up on my feet.

"Well, guess what? Suck it up princess." Niall rolls his eyes and takes a sit on the chair once more. This hospital is way too fancy. I am sure Niall had to pay a heck lot of money for me. I give in. I don't have any other choice. He is already doing me lots of favours that I need to return soon. I get off the bed, silently wincing and step into the small toilet in the room. I take off the stupid hospital clothes before placing them neatly in the basket at the corner. I pull Niall's shirt over my head. HIs shirt smells just like him. This smell reminds me of when I kissed him at his house for the first time. It reminds me of the night when I had my first kiss. No Tarisha, please stop thinking about it, it was a goddamn mistake. It was the biggest bloody mistake of your life.