A Niall Horan fanfic

Chapter Three

When I'm ready I flicker my eyes open, and my eyes dart around the room glaring at the unfamiliar surroundings. I didn’t remember coming here, so what was I doing?

 I wasn't sure where I was, or why I was there. But what I did know was that I wanted out, I wanted to get out of here and return to my previous surroundings where I’d been in danger yet felt so much safer. I just stared down at my lifeless hands, hoping this is all some kind of bad dream. That it would end soon, and I’d be back at Niall’s house watching TV whilst eating popcorn.

The thin white bed linen that had been placed upon the top of me was warm, but not a nice warm. A warm as if somebody had previously been sat beside me. I couldn’t guess who it might have been though, probably a doctor, nobody else cared much for me.

My eyes were once again flickering shut, when suddenly I caught sight out the door edging itself open.

A small woman, with light brown hair that just reached past her shoulders and swept across her petite body frame marched into the room laughing.

"hello babe, I'm your nurse for today. My name is Katie. If you want anything just scream" she spoke as fast as lightning. She smiled at me, as she did she revealed her pearly white teeth.

I mumbled "ok" back, but I couldn't even here myself so I doubt she could hear. I didn’t care though.

Although she nodded, smiled and walked back out again so I'm pretty sure she must be able to lip read.

I looked up once again, to see somebody I really didn't want to see right now.

"I'm so sorry." his voice seemed sad, yet hopeful. What was he sorry for exactly? Sorry for the fact he’d left me that day? Sorry for the fact he’d put me in this position? Or probably just sorry he’d turned up to see me today. Truth is I had no idea why he was here. If he’d cared about me so much, he wouldn’t of left me all alone.

"what?" my voice was croaky, I'm guessing because I hadn't had a drink in ages.

Niall sat down on the brown leather chair that was placed carefully next to my bed in what looked like was in a worn out old fashioned hospital in the middle of nowhere. He looked tired, tired of worrying about something – probably me. He still had that cute little sparkle in his eye that made my body do somersaults every time ever so much glanced at me.

My eyes roamed around the pale white room trying to avoid all eye contact with Niall. I didn't want him to be around me right now after he'd just left me to die, I wanted him to leave me alone yet at the same time I wanted him to hold me, to tell me everything was going to be ok.

I wasn't strong enough to push his strong manly hand off my own once he grabbed it. He held on tightly, like he was holding on for dear life. The panic set in his eyes scared me.

He was afraid.

What of, I will never know. But he was afraid. I tried to smile at him, to tell him I forgive him but he couldn't even look at me. He just stated at the floor and held on tightly to my right hand.

*Niall's POV*

What had I done?

I had been so selfish and left my best friend to go see my girlfriend. And now my best friend was lying in a hospital bed fighting for her life.

 She was strong, she could make it I thought to myself.

Then I look at her, and realise how fragile she looks. She needs me now more than ever.

Even though I called Hayley my best friend, I loved her in a way much more than this. She was beautiful, she had bright blue eyes that just made me melt to the ground until her cute little giggle made me want to grab her and fall in love together until death do us apart.

I wanted her to be mine. All mine.

*~ beep, beep beep ~* the box beside Hayley's bed suddenly started going crazy. What was happening? I was sure this wasn’t normal, not at all normal.

Around 5 doctors and nurses all rushed in with special medical equipment.

They pushed me out of the room. Tears iced up my eyes. My best friend was...she...was dying.