It's been two months since Niall had the accident.. No improvement.. I'm at the hospital everyday.. Hoping and praying he'll wake up soon..
I got off of work early today so the first thing I did was go to the hospital.. I sat next to him, holding his hand like I did everyday..
"Hi, baby... I got off early today.."
I rubbed the top of his hand with my thumb.
"So, guess what happened today?" I said with a slight smile and tears in my eyes.
"Some fans stopped by work.. They gave me a poster to give you.. They hope you get well soon... I get tweeted everyday by fans telling me they're praying for you.. Everybody misses you..." I began to choke out my words. "Niall, please wake up.. I can't do this anymore... " I squeezed his hand tightly and laid my head on his chest crying.
"Please, baby.. I need you.."
As I laid there crying, I felt a squeeze on my hand. I shot my head up and looked at him.
"N-Niall?"
He squeezed my hand again and saw his eyes crack open.
"Niall!? Baby!?"
His eyes were fully opened now.. Staring at me. I was still crying but this time happy tears. He's awake.
"Niall, you're awake!!"
He was still looking at me and put his hand to my cheek, wiping a tear away with his thumb. It felt so good to feel his touch again.. My Niall was back.
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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...
