One Direction...All Dads? Series

Chapter 9.

Hey guys! Sorry i uploaded in 3 days instead of 1, but i was gone for a while, and also ramadan's beginning was sort-of hectic for me, so it was mostly fast fast fast, (and get cranky), and pray pray pray 24/7.

But i'm more relaxed now, so i'm ready to start off again. (I'm excited!!)

If you don't recall what happened last, Niall found Juliet in a unconsious, bloody, near-death state, and took her to the hospital. He is awaiting her wake.

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                                                                     Niall's POV:

I felt a light touch on my shoulder, and i startled, jumping up, swatting.

Dad's shocked expression, and frozen body, with his finger (the one that tapped me) still in air greeted me.

"Sorry dad." I mumbled, tousling my oily hair. Heck, i've been here for a week. It wasn't just oily hair, it was smelly and hairy armpits, crinkled beige pants and fingernails bitten down to the nub.

"You might want to look behind you." He said with a faint smile, his eyes glued behind me.

I turned immediately. 

Two nurses were fixing Juliet's pillow, while she sat up a bit, blinking, and rubbing her eyes, looking around.

"She's...she's up." I said slowly and quietly.

"SHE'S UP!" The girl with the stitches plastered on her side, the girl with her greasy red hair twirled up into a bun, and the girl i was in love with.

I attached my face up on the window, my nose probably smushed agaisnt the glass, and my clammy hands sliding down.

"She can't see you. It's the tinted glass, so basically she sees nothing but a black window, when you see....her."

"I don't care! She doesn't need to see me now. But she will soon!" I said, hoping tears would stream down my face to match the perfectly dramatic moment.

Her pouty lips turned up into a little smile when the nurse brought her a glass of orange juice, and her face glowed a little, and talked to the nurse who was brushing her long, wavy red hair.

I felt like a stalker as i watched her, and her perfect flaws and beautiful face.

"Son, i think we need to head home now. It's been a week. Your mother is worried, and we...just need to head back."

My face, which was glued to the window, dreadfully swung his way, my eyes a twirling rage tornado.

"No way! No no no no no no no no! I will be here until she forgives me, and until shes on her feet and ready to head back to wherever." I said, crossing my eyes, instantly mutating into my old, stubborn self when i was 11.

"Fine. But i have work, and i need to eat something besides hospital pudding and popsicles we keep stealing from the patients refrigerator. It's either i go with you, or i go by myself."

"You're going by yourself." I said, my stomach churning, still looking at Juliet sleeping peacefully on her hospital bed.

I could see him shaking his head in the reflection of the glass.

"Okay son. I support you. But i'm leaving tonight, and i will leave behind money for you to use...RESPONSIBLY." He said, in a low, monotone voice.

"Thanks." i said, turning to him, and hugging him, smelling his signature meaty pork from the butcher shop.