True Love: A One Direction Fanfiction

Chapter Eight

I half carry, half drag him outside. I get a cab and ask the driver to take us to the nearest hospital. We arrive at the hospital and Niall is immediately rushed in the emergency room. I can't stop the tears from rolling down my face. I know this is my fault, and I should never, ever forgive myself. If Niall doesn't survive this, my life won't be worth living. I need him as much as he needs me.

They finally let me into his hospital room. When I enter I sit right by his bed and grab his hand, not letting go. The doctor walks in and tells me that Niall should be waking up soon. He also tells me that I kind of saved Niall's life. The doctor tells me he passed out just seconds before I got to him.

I sit there staring at the white walls, the machines that track Niall's heart rate, and Niall's dull expression on his very, very, pale face. I start to pace around the room. I just want him to wake up. I want to tell him how stupid I was and that I am very sorry, hoping for a second chance. I decide to sit back down. I take the seat next to his hospital bed. I get on my phone and look on twitter.

A lot of people were sending me hate and telling me that I am a terrible person. I already feel like I was a terrible person, and I hate myself. I start to cry. I grab Niall's hand and press my lips to his. Niall's eyes flutter open. His hand squeezes mine. He looks to my direction and smiles, the dull expression on his face disappears, and the color comes back to his skin. I burst into tears even more. I tell him that my life has been miserable since I left and that I want to be his princess again.

He looks me right in the eyes and says, "You are my princess always have been, always will be."

I lean down and kiss him. His breath smells like alcohol, but I don't care, I keep my lips pressed hard against his.

The doctor comes in, startled we pull away. The doctor tells us that he needs to stay overnight, to make sure all the alcohol gets out of his system. I am asked to leave, and without protest, I kiss him good-bye, knowing he needs his rest.

Just when I am barely out the door, I hear Niall mutter "Let her stay with me."

The doctor finally okays it. I make myself a bed on the floor with an extra blanket and pillow.

Just as I am about to fall asleep on the floor, Niall whispers, "Lay beside me, please."

He scoots over, and I crawl in bed beside him. He wraps his arms around me, and surprisingly, I drift off into a peaceful sleep. I wake up early the next morning. It's kind of amazing how two eighteen year olds can fit in a hospital bed. Niall's arms are still wrapped around me and he is holding me tight. Niall wakes up when the doctor walks in. We are told that Niall is now released from the hospital.

When we get back to his penthouse, he presses his lips hard against mine. When we pull away he smiles at me, his bright teeth showing, and slips the beautiful promise ring on my finger. He is looking absolutely adorable. His blue eyes are sparkling, and his blonde hair is a little messy, from just getting back from the hospital.

He kisses me on the forehead and looks me in the eyes and says, "There is no other girl in this world that I would even promise marriage to, or even consider marrying."

Several weeks later, I have been missing Niall like crazy. He has been on tour for awhile and I can't wait for their concert in London. Niall calls me in the late afternoon, he talks to me on the phone for a few hours.

At the end of the conversation He tells me "There is something I need to ask you, very soon."

End of Chapter Eight.                      To be Continued.......