"Babe!" I heard Niall yell for me.
"Yeah!?"
"I'm going out with the boys! I'll be home later!"
"Ok! Text me, ok?"
"Bye! Love you!"
I heard the door close and his car drive off.
I was cleaning around the house and finished after several hours. I was watching T.V. When I realized Niall wasn't home and I hadn't gotten any calls or texts from him. After a bit, I dozed off watching one of my favorite movies. I then woke up to the sound if my phone ringing but I didn't recognize the number.
"Hello?"
"Hello, this is Doctor Shelley from Saint Francis Hospital. Are you Miss Laura Watson?"
"Y-yes..?"
"I'm sorry to tell you this but Mr. Niall Horan was in a car accident."
"WHAT!? NIALL!? NO!!"
"He's in surgery right now."
"I-I'm on my way!!!"
I hung up and ran to my car. I drove as quickly as I could. The whole time I was crying my eyes out. Scared and praying that he'd be ok.
When I got there I saw the rest of the boys in the waiting room. Harry was crying. Liam and Louis were both pacing back and forth while Zayn tried to calm down Harry.
"Is he ok?! Is there any news!?"
"Nothing yet, Laura.." Liam told me.
I began to cry. Hard. I just sat there waiting for the news from the doctor..
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The Unluck of the Irish
FanfictionNiall is a typical Irish boybander. He's in One Direction. Has 5 amazing best friends. He's world famous. He has a loving girlfriend where everything seems absolutely perfect. But a streak of bad luck seems to have hit them both. Following the point...
