Saving You.//n.h

114. Part One.

-Heather's P.O.V

"Princess, princess come on." His soft voice rang in my ear, I let out a sigh before bringing the blankets over my head. I buried my face into his warm chest, wrapping my arms around his stomach. He let out a chuckle, pulling the blankets down. "Come on baby, time to wake up." I sighed looking up at him.

"Why?" I whined, "I'm so tired. Can't we just like, sleep all day?" I questioned, wrapping the blankets tighter around myself. He brought me closer against him, resting his chin ontop of my head.

"I wish, but your uncle needs to talk too you." He murmured, "and it sounded pretty important." I huffed shoving the blankets off of me, sitting up.

"Whenever he talks to me it is never important, this isn't important." I ran my hands through my knotted hair, rubbing my eyes afterwards. I got out of bed, stretching before stumbling towards the bedroom door, Niall stoping me.

"You might want some pants on." I looked down seeing I was only in Niall's long shirt, I rolled my eyes before slipping on a pair of sweatpants, going out of the room shortly afterwards. Adam was sitting on the couch with his glasses on, tapping his foot and mumbling something while writing stuff down.

"You needed me?" I yawned loudly, he looked up at me through his glasses. I crossed my arms and leaned against the railing of the stairs, staring at him. He rubbed his eyes before speaking.

"Yes, your daughter is with your father." He paused, writing something down. "And you need a job." I groaned loudly, rolling my head back.

"Why? I hate work." I huffed at him, he glared at me.

"Well, find something. Your father won't stop bugging me about it, and when I go on tour you're going to need to buy groceries." I stared at him, mouth hung open.

"Tour? Wait, you mean I can't go with you?" I questioned, he laughed leaning back.

"I'd love you to go but you can't, and call your doctor." I sighed walking back up the stairs, making sure to stomp to let Adam know that I was annoyed. I slammed my bedroom door shut, Niall now dressed and on his phone. His glanced up at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah ma, I'll call you later. Love you too." He hung up the phone, looking over at me. "What's wrong?" I only sighed and searched through my closet, grabbing a pair of gray skinny jeans with a white jumper, with my Converse. "Babe?"

"I'm just annoyed." I retorted, changing into my clothes. He kept quiet while I got ready, coughing every other minute. I ran the brush through my hair roughly, groaning when it got stuck through the knots. Niall stepped behind me, carefully taking the brush from my hand. I dropped my arms to my sides, letting him brush my hair for me.

"Better?" He questioned, I nodded. My hair had little waves with it, no longer frizzy. I applied eyeliner and mascara, grabbing my phone before looking over at Niall.

"I have job searching to do, are you going?" I questioned, he nodded.

"Yeah, I'll drive you around." I nodded and opened the bedroom door, when he grabbing my shoulders and turned my around, gently. "She's going to make it." He whispered, caressing my cheek. "The doctors don't mean everything they say, alright?" I only nodded, not believing his words. He smiled and gave me a small, short kiss.

What was the point of lying when I already knew the truth?

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"I knew you could do it." Niall pulled me into his side, rubbing my shoulder and kissed me on the temple. I smiled up at him.

"You know, this means now that I work you won't see much of me." I told him, seeing him pout at me. I work at Wet Seal, they didn't bother doing any interviews since they were desperate for workers, now Niall needed one.