My Saving Grace •(ON HOLD)•

Chapter Two

AN: How do you all like the new cover all credit goes to DaydreamAwayXx she is amazayn!!!

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The impact, ehhh not as bad as the consequences... The car had been bent, changed and deformed in more ways then one. It was as if a meteoroid had crashed down onto it. But I wasn't the least bit concerned about the car, hell naw. I was more concerned about the bruises on my cheeks, for-arm and the worst was my torso and shoulder area. I didn't remember a single thing that had happened not one. I didn't even know half of the people that were crowded around me earlier. But I hadn't been paralyzed or had any brain injury's, just shaken up and startled like a shaken coke-can.

Two people. Both boys. Both obnoxious. The last thing I wanted was the pathetic sympathy of anyone. Much less have two hot boys, whom I don't even remember, being brats. I turned onto my side to try and get comfortable, from what I could tell I was going to be here a while, turning onto my side was a big mistake. The pain shot through my back and all over my body sending what seemed like high bolts of electricity coursing through my weak presence.

"Is she awake?", one boy whispered barley reaching my ears. "No. She would've said something by now.". Problem was I couldn't. My throat WAS the Sahara desert, I couldn't udder a word, I couldn't open my eyes. Lets put it this way; the shorter story would be what I could do. I could still hear faint whispering which was realy getting on my nerves. I could tell that I had an IV running up my arm and was dealing out liquid of some kind. I could hear the door open and slam shut. My head was throbbing none stop, as if it was about to explode.

There was someone still in the room, he started speaking in a soft, lite, heavenly voice that only god could create. Then something unexpectedly happened. He started singing. I tried to pry my eyes open. I needed to see the angel that was singing. Blurry, white and looked vaguely familiar. I saw a young man with blonde hair, dressed in a light blue Polo Assn. shirt sitting looking uncomfortable. I smiled. My memories came flooding back from everything to Niall to drunk driving and everything that happened during the impact. And I didn't want to.

Niall moved towards me smiling a goofy smile. One of the millions of things I admired about him.

His lips started to twitch before they started to make any noise. "Hey babe, how do you feel?". How was I supposed to reply to that? In response I shook my head slowly afraid that the throbbing would intensify. He wrapped me in a hug. His warm, strong grasp was comforting and his cologne was calming. Was it insane to say, I'm in love?

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^went a little over board up there... xD

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