Falling for you...

Ch.11

NIALL'S POV:

"I love you" , I told Elle.

She seemed stunned. Why? Was I not loving enough?

"I love you too, Ni." She said, smiling.

We ate breakfast and talked for at least an hour.

"I have to get ready babe. I've got an interview in an hour." I said. "Okay, I'll clean up in here." She said.

I went upstairs, to find some clothes. Green polo and khakis? Alright, my usual.

I styled my hair in its normal quiff and put on a pair of vans. I quickly walked down stairs.

"The boys are going to be here any minuet."

I told Elle.

"Okay, have fun."

She told me, and gave me a kiss.

"I love you!" I yelled back, running to the car that was now here.

"I love you too!" I heard, and smiled.

I really do, love you.

ELLE'S POV:

He loves me. He really does, he just confirmed it.

That made me really happy.

When he left to the interview, I decided to go out and get him a gift, maybe a little coffee for myself as well.

As soon as I stepped out of the flat, I was pushed to the ground, hitting my head. This feeling was all to familiar.

I slowly began to loose consciousness.

Slowly, and then all at once.

I needed Niall with me.

NIALL'S POV:

I kept getting tweet after tweet during the interview. This wasn't unnatural, so I ignored it.

Soon, it became to much to bare.

I excused myself to go and turn my notifications off, when I noticed all of the tweets.

I slipped down the wall slowly, tears falling violently.

"Star Niall Horan's rumored girlfriend Elle Smith was rushed to the hospital today after she was mobbed by fans. Reporters say she was bleeding uncontrollably from her skull. We will give you more as we get the information."

I couldn't stop crying. She needed me, but I needed her more.

I quickly got up and rushed to get the boys. She is their best friend. I've been told on more than one occasion.

She was closest to Louis, so his reaction was a bit more violent.

"What the fuck?!? How could they? She's my best friend! I fucking hate them!" He yelled, tears running down his face.

" I have to go!" I yelled. The boys agreed.

"I'm coming with you." Louis said, pissed.

"Okay, you boys stay and finish the interview."

Liam handed me the car keys and we took off.

When we got there, everything became real. I wasn't there to protect her. She needed me.

I rushed into the hospital.

" Elle Smith!" I yelled, I needed her.

" You can only see her if you are immediate family. No exceptions." The lady snapped back.

"I'm her husband!" I lied, even though it sounded good.

"Okay, whatever. She's on floor 3 in room 413."

"I'll stay here." Louis said.

I nodded and ran for the elevator.

It was taking way to long, so I ran for the stairs.

I skipped many steps, almost falling who knows how many times, but I needed her to be okay.

411, 412 and 413. I ,slowly stepped in, being as quiet as I could.

When I saw her, laying there, with the oxygen mask on, I lost it.

I broke down, in front of my unconscious girlfriend, letting everything out.

"I'm not good enough for her." I told myself over and over. " I'm not good enough."

"Niall?" I heard a shaky voice say.

"Elle?" I said, quietly, but surprised.

She coughed, gasping for air.

"I...I.."

"Shh, it's okay, your okay." I hoped I was right.

"How did you get in here?" She said, very slowly.

"I said I was your husband, and they let me in."

She smiled, and began to cough uncontrollably.

I yelled for a nurse and three came rushing in.

I was pushed out if the room, alone in the hallway, while the girl I loved the most was in there, fighting for her life.

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And I couldn't do anything except sit back and watch.

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{A/N} hey guys! It's been a while, I'm sorry.

So I'm writing on my phone now, because I'm in Cali for the summer! (Whoop whoop;)

Comment your feedback please. I will try to update again soon.

Love you guys!

~Elle the fish.