FOREVER [Niall Horan] ✔

Chapter 38.

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end. -Madame De Stal

Ana's POV

"Is he okay?" Andy asks as soon as we see the doctor walking out of Niall's room.

"He's not conscious right now." He gives me an apologetic smile. "We cannot say anything before he wakes up but I checked his vitals and I hope he'll be okay." That is all the doctor says before I interrupt him.

"Can I see him?"

"Yeah, you can but please make sure not to make the room too crowded or the patient uncomfortable."

I nod before walking past him and towards the door. I turn the knob and push the door slightly. A gasp leaves my mouth and tears start to stain my cheeks when I see Niall lifelessly lying on the hospital cot. I clutch the doorknob tightly in my hand before opening it completely and walking inside. I sniffle as I take small and hesitant steps towards him. I look at him for a few seconds before taking a place on the stool beside the cot. The room is completely silent except for the machines beeping and small and irregular whimpers from my mouth. I bite my lower lip and trace my fingers along his arm, feeling its warmness underneath my touch, and lean down to place a small kiss there.

I take a few seconds to stare at his body. His both arms are covered in scars and bruises. There are a few cuts on his chest, which are covered in bandages and his forehead has a small, but a visible scar. His face looks redder than before and there is a dark patch just below his left eye. IVs are attached to his hand and his body is connected with many wires. The silent room gives me an eerie chill as I stare blankly at him.

"He'll be okay, Ana." I jump at the sudden voice and look up to see Andy staring down at me. I didn't even realize when he entered the room. "The doctor said that it doesn't look anything serious."

"He's unconscious," I whisper and look back at Niall as I try to conceal my tears. I feel Andy's hand soothingly rub my back.

"He'll be fine, babe," He repeats and I offer him a small nod. He sighs and wraps his arms around me and hugs me from the side. I cannot control myself anymore and burst into tears. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as I weep. "He'll be fine."

"I'm scared," I hiccup and Andy kisses the top of my head. I'm very scared even though the doctor said he'll be fine, I can't get my hopes up until he actually wakes up. I'm afraid that I'll lose him. I love him too much that even the thought of it sends an eerie chill.

"Everything is gonna be okay. Okay?" I subtly nod. "I'm here."

"Yeah." I sniffle as we part away. Andy offers me a small, sorry smile and even though I want to, I couldn't offer him one. I turn my head to the side when I hear the door creep open. Liam walks into the room with two cups of coffee and offers me a smile.

Liam came along with Andy when I called him earlier to come over. Liam walks over to me and offers me one of the cups. I gently decline it and shake my head. "Ana?" I turn to look at him. "Niall isn't dead." Liam chuckles and I stare at him. His laughter dies down when I don't laugh along with him. His face turns into a frown when he realises what he said.

"I'm not hungry, Liam." I shrug.

"Okay." He nods and walks to sit on the couch beside Andy.

"Have you called Niall's parents?" I ask Liam after a few seconds.

"Yeah, they're coming." He sighs. "And Louis and Sean too." I give him a small nod.

Every time I look at Niall's bruised face, I can't help but think that it all happened because of me. If only I would have not called Harry over. If only I would've known Harry's truth. If only I would've not defended Harry, it would have been so different. Niall wouldn't have left my house and we would've watched some movies. I would be in Niall's arms right now as he kissed me.