The Only Reason

Early Recovery

I look back at my foot. The cast only went my ankle. The doctor continued. "It's not a major break, but i segust you take it serious for the next few weeks. You will need crutches," he told me, sending a nurse to get my crutches. The doctor told me i could leave today, so i called the boys to come and pick me up. Liam picked up the phone. "Stella! Are you okay?" Liam said with worry in his voice. "Y-yeah i'm fine. My foot is just broken, nothing to worry about," i told them calmly. Liam let out a sign on relief. "It's just a broken foot, mates," Liam yelled across the room. I heard them all run to the phone. "Stella! You're okay! Thank God!" I hear Harry say. "Y'all can come and get me, the doctor dissmissed me," I told them, with a nurse watching over me, making sure i was stable. "We'll be on our way!" Louis said. "See you soon, Stella!" Zayn continued. I hung up and set my phone onthe bed-side table in my hospital room. I couldn'y leave the room until they got here. Yippey. I couldn't wait til' they got here. I heard a knock on the door a while later. I tried getting up, but the nurse looking after me told me to rest my foot, and she got the door. I thought it was the boys. The nurse blocked the door, all i saw was a medium sized figure, about 5'7 standing in the doorway. The figure was wearing jeans and a plaid shirt, but that's all i saw. The nurse opened up to show who was at the door, and there he was. Niall.

My smile faded. My eyes got big. His face was worried and a bit red. He walked slowly toward me, my eyes following him. "Oh, Stella Rose! Are you okay, love?" Niall knelt so he could keep eye contact without bending over. "Yeah, i-i'm fine. Just a broken foot," i lifted my injured foot slowly fo he could see it. The nurse had set a sharpie on my bed-side table for people to sign my cast. Niall spotted the sharpie and asked if he could sign it. "Yes," i replied. I knelt at my foot and carefully signed my cast. He set the sharpie back and scooted back over to me. "So, they let you go home early?" I aksed, observing his scars. I saw him rubbing his wrists, probably trying to cover his cuts. "Yeah, they decided i was physically and emotionally stable to be released," he responded. "It sounds like you just got released from a mental asylum," i let out a giggle. He laughed, his voice sounding hoarse. Probably from the rope...

The scar was still so vivid. I couldn't stop staring at his neck. It's just so saddening, to think you were the reason for an attempted suicide. Niall realized i was staring at his rope scar. I quickly turned away, trying to make it look like i wasn't looking at his neck. He rubbed both his hands on his neck and his smile faded. He looked down, still rubbing his neck. "Why would you do something so terrible to yourself, Ni?" I felt my eyes tear up. Niall looked back up. I looked him dead in the eye. His eyes became a blurry blue with a tear rolling slowly down his face. "I-i just couldn't live with myself knowing you hated me," Niall moved my hair from my face and flashed a slight smile. I looked back a second, only to realized the nurse had left. Thank God. I looked back, his eyes deeper and bluer than the ocean. "Ni, i don't hate you, i never did hate you," i told him confidently. "Oh," Niall looked embarrassed. "I still couldn't stand living without you in my arms--" we both jump startlingy as the door bursts open. The boys were in shock, to see Niall of course. They just stood in the doorway. Harry finally spoke up. "Nialler!"