That's when they took him from me. A Harry Styles Fan Fiction.

Twenty Six - Promises.

FLASHBACK OF WHAT HAPPENED AT THE HOSPITAL.

TAYLA’S POV.

We rushed to the hospital, I was sat in the back car watching as Niall lost nearly all the blood in his body. It’s like someone pulled the plug on the bathtub and the blood swirled endlessly out of his body. I pressed my hands to the would, right next to his heart. It had just missed it, otherwise he’d be dead already. 

The commotion in the car was horrendous. 

“HURRY UP LI!” Louis shouted from the back seat, where Niall was spread over both of us. Zayn was sitting in the front and Liam was driving. Liam was scared to death. It was all in his eyes.

“Niall, don’t. Stay with us Niall!” I shouted at the blonde haired boy as I saw his eyes flutter in and out of consciousness. 

I tightened my grip on the wound even more now.

“T-Tayla,” He gasped.

“I w-want you to k-know that I love you.”

“No, Niall! Don’t you dare say your goodbyes now!” Liam shouted from the front seat.

“I love you too, N-Niall.”

The tears flowed endlessly down my cheeks now and splashed onto Niall’s forehead.

“Don’t cry, love.” He almost whispered.

I watched as his breathing slowed and his eyes fluttered.

“Niall! Niall, please.” I said, lightly slapping his cheeks. My throat was hoarse and I could barely get the words to leave my mouth.

The car came to a halt and Zayn ran inside, waving his arms around, trying to get the attention of whoever would give it to him.

Liam jumped out of his seat. Rushing to my side. I quickly got out of the car and Louis came to join Liam, carrying the limp blue eyed boy in their arms, they rushed into the hospital.

“Somebody help us!” I called out with Zayn.

We caught a doctors attention, he turned to us, running towards us once he saw Lou and Liam carrying Niall.

There was a mixture of words I didn’t even understand and nurses and doctors cam in with all these things I didn’t even know existed.

By this point I’d lost my feet and fell to the ground, crying into my hands. I watched as Liam and Louis reluctantly handed Niall over to the doctors. I noticed his chest, it wasn’t rising and falling.

“N-Ni.” I pleaded, finding my feet again, and stumbling over to the stretcher they’d now laid him down on.

“Please Miss, he’s fine with us now.” One of the nurses said, implying for me to leave.

I grabbed onto his hand. It was as cold as ice. 

“Niall!” I pleaded, rubbing my thumb over the back of his hand.

“Please.” 

“Tayla! Come on, he’s going to be alright, you have to leave him. Let them help him.” Liam said, almost reassuring me.

“Niall!” My grip tightened on his hand as they tried to wheel him down the long white hallways that I’ve always hated. 

I followed after the stretcher.

Two big hands grabbed me from behind the waist.

“Tayla, it’s going to be okay.” The voice whispered in my ear, Liam.