3,000 Miles Away: Niall Horan

Chapter 12

I dedicated this chapter to MichaelaHasty19. :) ;) She's also my sister so.....yeah. Enjoy vote, comment, share. :)

****5 days later****

Skylar was feeling much better. She wasn't hooked up to anything anymore, but from time to time she would need morphine. She also wasn't getting woke up every 3 hours which both of us enjoyed. Some nights were better than others, though. Sometimes she couldn't sleep because of what happened, but we're getting through it together.

The guys finally got to go back home yesterday. Maxwell Orion still hadn't been caught yet. Police don't think he's left the city. They say they have every guy out there looking for him. If that was true they would've done caught him by now and he would be in prison where he belongs. It's all so frustrating.

We didn't want to tell anybody we were together yet. With everything that's happened, it's all to much too soon.

Louis and Eleanor had visited earlier, but had left to get Skylar something to wear.

" When do I get to leave this damned place?" She groaned. I was playing with the stuffed sloth that Harry had got her, turning it between my fingers.

" Uh... A few days maybe." 

" And by a few days you mean 2 or 3?" Skylar raised her eyebrows.

" Maybe a few more. We'll see." I told her. " It all depends on how you feel in a few days."

She sighed, turning on the small t.v. in the room. I wasn't paying any attention to the t.v. but to her. She looked pretty good to have been stabbed a few days ago and almost dying. The way her dimples showed when she smiled. That one piece of hair that always fell down in her eyes or the way her eyes twinkled when she spoke or was just not doing anything. I also noticed when she was thinking or she was nervous or scared or something like that she would chew on her bottom lip. I loved the little scar just above her lip. She turned her head, catching me staring.

" What?" She smiled.

" Nothing" I smirked. Skylar frowned, sliding out of the bed into the bathroom, accidentally leaving the door cracked. I caught a glimpse of her. She was hunched over the toilet while sitting on the floor.

" I'm coming in." I announced, pushing through the door to get inside. She was puking her insides out and into the toilet bowl. I kneeled beside her pulling the hair out of her face, gently while rubbing small circles on her back. She finished, her breathing heavy. Skylar stood walking towards her hospital bed. She stumbled, I caught her arm pulling her back up from her mid-fall position. I lifted her into the bed. She felt weightless in my arms.

" Sleep and I'll be back in a little bit." I kissed the top of her head, smiling as I walked out the door.

I wondered the streets a while going unnoticed which was unusual for me. A mob of girls and a few guys in the mix would usually have surrounded me by now. I loved being in the band and having fans that cared about me. Sometimes it just got overwhelming. I know they don't intentionally want to scare me but they do sometimes.

I went and bought Skylar a laptop to keep her from being so bored. Harry called informing me he was coming over to the hospital later. I slowly made my way back to the hospital. I ran into a tall figure as both of us stumbled backward.

" Hey man watch where you're going." I scoffed. I looked up to see those all to familiar curls in a mess with a bandana tied around them. When he saw me we just laughed it off and went inside the hospital together.

Maxwell Orion's P.O.V (robber)

I rode the elevator to the 7th floor. The boss wanted her dead so I had no choice. Boss didn't want me to just kill her, i have to involve a little torture and then go for the kill. That's absolutely ridiculous. It just makes my job harder. I passed the waiting room and some little gay couple were talking with each other. One with fake blonde hair the other with a mop of brown curls. Maybe I'm gay for noticing that? Nah.