Back to Reality: Niall's Cancer Battle sequel

Chapter Twenty-Three: Plans

P.S. You may want to read a couple chapters before this one to know how things ended... Sorry for such a long ass wait .-. 

Chapter Twenty-Three

-Harry-

I stand rooted to the floor watching as Niall walks away from me. What the hell just happened? The stoney look he gave me didn't belong to my friend. It was almost as if he weren't really seeing me; just seeing through me. And the way he spoke to me...it was as if he didn't want anything to do with me. He couldn't seriously be against me for those dreams he had so long ago. Surely this place was supposed to be helping him in at least that department. 

I've been so focused on Niall leaving that I just now notice the two guys around me. One of them is huge with large arms that are probably bigger than my own leg. His brown eyes are just as dark as his hair and I have a feeling he wasn't checked in for the color matching. 

"You know, Schiz?" The burly guy grunts at me, his arms crossed. 

"Schiz? You mean Niall? Yeah, yeah I know him," I mutter and run a hand through my curls as a dark though overtakes me. "Well, I used to know him at least." 

"You in that fucking band everyone's always talking about?" The other guy speaks up. His voice is much softer than Burly's. His own thin arms are crossed over his chest, his blue eyes gazing at me almost as if he's studying me. 

I nod. "Yeah, I am."

"So that means we're probably going to get some message about how we shouldn't mess with you because bad shit will happen if we do," Burly says.

"What?" I look at them confused. I can feel a haze come over me and suddenly I want nothing more than to sit down. "Sorry, I think I'm going to call it a night. I'm quite tired."

The big, brown-eyed guy stares me down with a frown on his face. "Bentley," he says and it takes me a couple seconds before I realize he just gave me his name.

"Harry."

"Aaron," the blonde guy says politely. "I'll see you fuckers tomorrow. I'm going to sit my vegetable ass down and watch TV before being forced to go to bed." He turns and walks off with a wave.

"What's his problem?" I ask Bentley.

"Just likes to cuss a bit," he mutters. 

I stare at Bentley who lets his arms relax at his sides. A yawn escapes me and laying down seems to be my only goal. Bentley just shakes his head and walks off, not saying another word to me. For some reason, I get the feeling that I just made him unhappy. 

I wander off towards the way I came from my room. I remember vaguely the number and I glance down at my feet as I walk. There's a blurry haze that I think is supposed to be my vision. I find myself smiling at nothing in particular. A couple kids pass me with a slight smile on their face. They don't give me any acknowledgement, they just walk on. 

There's something weird about this but I can't figure it out. 

I get to my room and get inside, closing the door behind me. It's a plain and boring room with close to nothing in it, but the bed couldn't ever look more inviting than right now.

I don't know if I make it to the bed, but everything goes dark and I fall into an empty sleep.

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-Niall- 

When I wake up in the middle of the night with my pillow, clothes, and body soaked with sweat, I know something is wrong. I haven't woken up in the middle of the night like this for days. There haven't been dreams to wake up from. There hasn't been a reason to wake up feeling slightly panicked.