Open Your Eyes \\ Harry Styles

Chapter 11

[It's been so long, it's been so long, maybe were fireproof]

Niall's POV

She had made me laugh so quickly. I had gone from crying because of her, then laughing because of her.

I had ignored her arms since she woke up and she seemed to have forgotten about them, which made me confused at first but the calm, happy look on her face helped me to forget about them for ten minutes.

I shook my head and smiled at the ground as I made my way to the cafeteria.

"May I help you?" My eyes shot up to the person at the counter and my laughter was cut short as I gained composure and straightened up.

Clearing my throat and taking a quick glance at the menu I placed my order of two chicken sandwiches and two diet cokes.

"It's on the house, Mr. Horan" the lady said and I nodded my head in appreciation, but places a twenty in the tip jar.

"Have a nice day" she called to me.

"You too" I said quickly before she realised I was going on to patient quarters with the food and drinks.

Unfortunately I decided to walk into the corner of a metal table, causing there to be a loud clank. I tried to be anonymous as I slowly separated from the table.

"Hey! Mr. Horan! You aren-" She called as realisation dawned on her. I ignored her and tried not to feel too bad when I passed the 'No Food Or Drink' sign.

I walked quickly into the room and shut the door. Taking a deep breath I soon started to laugh at my hilarious attempt to be sneaky.

"Niall! Breaking rules, I see. Is this the first time, pop star?" She laughed.

"It was going fine till a table got in m-"

"I don't care, Horan. I want the food" she said sassily cutting me off. I laughed and threw her a sandwich and bit into mine as I set the cokes down. I noticed her going to take a bite of it then eye it suspiciously. She opens it up and looks inside, her face features turns into one of disgust.

"Turns out you're not a chicken girl, huh?" I chuckled grabbing her attention quickly.

"I guess not" she mumbled and I shrugged and continued in the silence.

Emerson's POV

Turns out I'm not a food person.

I still watched happily as he ate, growing accustomed to this lighter feeling in my body.

Of course I knew that this feeling was just temporary.

But then again, everything is temporary. This bed for example, it will be stripped, the sheets will be cleaned and then it will be used for someone else. People; they come they go, thats all I've ever known, that's all I've ever seen.

Life.

Life is temporary.

Live, living, lived.

Die, dying, died.

"Hey? Hello?" Niall said waving a hand in front of my face. The smile automatically came to my face as my eyes focused on his face.

His brunette hair- blonde near the root- was tousled and messy, a nice, scruffy messy.

"Yes?"

"You were dozing off for a minute there" he laughed and I acknowledged it with a small smile and a nod.

"You know you're nicer now than you seemed at the tattoo shop, why the change of heart?" He asked curiously.