NIALL'S POV.
I sit low in this chair, staring at Liam who is hovering over me.
Just as I think he's going to hit me, he walks over to the messes and grabs a broom for cleaning the glass.
I'm the one who needs to clean it all up.
I stretch up from my seat, grabbing another broom, finishing the floor.
"Thanks lad...." He says as almost a whisper.
I give him a guilty smile, as he leaves our hotel room.
I finally finish the last pile of glass, throwing it carefully into the trash.
Almost falling over, I place my hand onto the edge of the counter.
I start to feel a hang- over and I quickly make a run to the bathroom.
I remain in the bathroom for about two hours, continuesly throwing up from all the alcohol in my system. The depression before I drank, was really bad.
But, now that the fun is over and I've got more control, I have the worst head ache, terrible stomach pains, and a much higher, increased depression.
I should've listened to my dad about the drinking conflict. Now I have to suffer for it, and keep on with a strong addiction.
I try to spend a few hours watching 'Derby County' , to distract myself from going to the hospital. But obviously, it didn't work. I spend the hours focused on her.
Just her.
I get to the point where I can't take it anymore.
I jump up from my recliner, grabbing my keys to the only vehicle I own right now.
The ice cream truck.
Getting in the small, cold truck I take off and head to the hospital down town.
On the way, i ignore the many children yelling for me to stop. I don't care, I just want to get to the hospital as fast as I can.
As I get more and more anxious, I accelerate through the intersection full of cars.
But just as I start to calm, I see a cop speeding up next to me and giving me a disapproval nod.
I immediately slow to the speed limit, watching as the cop leaves, turning a corner.
Sighing, I speed up once again and carefully pull into the parking lot up the road.
I take a deep breath, turning off the engine. I run my fingers through my sweat-filled hair and exit the truck.
Opening the front entrance, I blink my eyes at the cool air hitting my face.
Thank God for the damn air conditioning.
Taking another deep breath, I enter the elevator and whistle to the annoying tune echoing the small walls.
I feel my stomach churn as it hits her floor and I shakily take a step onto the shiny floor.
Walking through a couple halls, I watch as each nurse whistles at my 'pop star' appearance.
Ignoring them, I finally find Adrianna's door and make a quick knock.
"come in." I hear, as she clears her throat.
I feel as my heart beat quickens at the sound of her soft voice, making me shiver.
Entering into her room, I smile at the sight of her beautiful wavy hair surrounding her and the pillow below her head.
"Uh, hi." I stumble at the front of her bed.
"Hey, aren't you that boy that was here a couple days ago?" my heart sinks once again.
"Um..yes." I gulp.
"Oh yeah, that's right. You're that blonde who thinks i'm your girlfriend."
But I am..
"Look, before you lost your memory we were dating, you met me at an ice cream truck." my eyes start to water.
"if I did, then... I don't know...I'm not ready for a boyfriend right now." I feel a little relief as it was a better response than last time.
"That's fine, but I hope one day you can remember me." I take a few steps closer to her.
"I hope too." she give a sweet, gentle smile.
-"And by the way, thanks for this pretty necklace." she dangles the silver chain in the air.
"Yeah, just please keep it, it means a lot. " I give her a small hug.
"I will, see you later." she responds. I leave the room, smiling at my sweet visit.
All I want to do at the moment is take her into my ice cream truck and drive away forever.

YOU ARE READING
"The Ice Cream Truck"
ФанфикHim, Her, ice cream truck. where love took its way. Adrianna there, she found love along the day. Ice cream was the chase, but blue eyes, blonde hair was simply the case.