Why me? (a Niall Horan fan fiction)

Chapter 6-Why me?

A/N k so guys I have 26 reads as of October 11th and I decided to make a challenge for u guys...

(read in a glozell accent)

HERE IT IS.

R Y'ALL READY FOR DIS?

I DONT TINK Y'ALL R READY FOR DIS.

U SURE UR READY FOR DIS?

OK. DEN HERE IT IS.

Y'ALL AMAZAYN BEAUTIFUL FACES GOTTA ROUND UP ALL Y'ALL'S BEAUTIFUL FRIENDS AND TELL DEM TO GET DEIR ASSES ON OVA TO DIS FANFIC. CUZ IM SEXY.

GOT IT?

GOOD.

IF Y'ALL GET MOI TO 1250 READS BY...OCTOBER 25th, ILL POST ALL DA CHAPPIES I HAVE WRITTEN OF DIS DAMN FANFIC. IF NOT?

Hehehe...

Y'all don't even WANNA know.

Over and out.

Well there goes my little glozell bit. But srsly I have about 40 chapters written of this fanfic and if y'all wanna be able to read all of it (and TRUST ME, it'll get better than this filler hospital crap.) then tell ur friends! Tell ur siblings! Tell ur teachers! Tell ur principal! Tell ur local hobo! Tell hobos from other neighborhoods! Tell ur mailman! And don't even THINK about neglecting ur fish (they r actually very intellectual beings. They thoroughly enjoy literature!)

K. Now da fanfic. (Sorry dis one sucks its just filler!)

I drifted in and out of sleep, hearing snippets of conversations-what machines will be needed for my surgery, many people asking where my parents were, Niall saying he loved me, Stephanie singing-wait. Niall loves me? The Niall Horan loves me? I was drifting between dreams and reality so I doubt that actually happened but everything else made sense in that conversation, unlike my dreams where someone would be sparkly or Stephanie would speak in a manly voice. I finally woke up and waited for the next wave of dreams, of illusions to float through my brain, but it never came. I suppose they finally want me awake.

I slowly opened my eyes to find myself in the painfully bright operating room. It smelled of antiseptic, and I felt I would puke (if that was possible without having had any solid food in the past two weeks). I heard beeping but this time there were no nurses. No doctors, no surgeons, just me and some machines. My head was pounding and I had trouble thinking of the simplest things, like it took me two minutes to realize I am alone. No, there was the set of operating tools on the table to my left. I wondered I they already did my surgery. I wanted Niall and Stephanie by my side. That was the last thought my fuzzy brain was how I missed Niall's laugh before I sank back into the pit of darkness that has become my life.