Lost: A Niall Horan Fanfic

Chapter 14

Ruez(POV)

She looked so good wrapped up in my sheets. I watch as her chest rises with every breath she takes.

I remember last night how she said she needed to go all the way to forget. I don't get it. Forget what?

She stirs in her sleep and finally wakes.

"Good morning sleepy head."

She smiles lazily.

"I'm gonna make breakfast, ok?"

She nods, " can I take a bath?"

"Yeah," I hand her some sweats and a white t-shirt.

Annais (POV)

I turn on the water and let the bathroom fill with steam. I wash over and over  I pretend that with every wash I am erasing the imprint that Niall has left on me.

I wish that I could forget it all. The stolen kisses and the confession but it's useless.

I don't know what to do about my newfound attraction. Ruez doesn't deserve this. I know he doesn't but my heart switched up on me at the last moment. But then I realize that maybe, just maybe, my heart was never Ruez's. Maybe all along I was just waiting on Niall. Maybe I convinced myself that Ruez was the one when he wasn't. Maybe I was just settling for less.

My thoughts are interrupted my a shock of cold, signaling that the hot water has run out.

I step out and wrap a towel around my body, drying myself. After I pull the new set of clothes step towards the foggy mirror. I swipe a hand across it and stare at my reflection.

I vow then and there to forget Niall. I will pretend that nothing happened. I promise to myself that I will be devoted to Ruez from now on.

Ruez (POV)

"Smells good," she says, "What's cooking?"

"Just some oatmeal." I laugh at her attempt to make my horrendous cooking slightly less horrible. "Will you set the table?"

"Si seniór." She comes up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist. "So what's on the agenda for today?"

"Nothing much. Oh, I do have something to ask you though?"

Annais (POV)

I feel myself stiffen. He's going to ask me about last night. I can just feel it. God, I fucked up big time. I don't know why I let those words slip from my mouth.

"What did you want to forget?"

I decide to play dumb. "What are you talking about?"

"You said 'I need to go all the way. I need to forget.' What do you need to forget?"

I'm on the spot. This is the point in time where I tell him everything, come clean. But I don't. "I wanted to escape the real problem at hand." I feel a tremendous weight of guilt for lying to him. And not just any lie. I used his one weakness, the one thing that will make him not ask questions. The one thing that he hates to talk about.

I feel like shit.

8 months later. ( Ruez has gotten worse and was admitted into the St. Louis Hospital. Idk if there is really a hospital named like this and if there is it's a coincidence)

Annais (POV)

He's gotten so much worse and I don't know how long he has left. I am so scared to lose him.

I make my way to his room. His face lights up when he sees me. I smile back and try to ignore the ghastly glow that seems to accompany him. He looks nothing like he did eight months ago. Eight months ago he was a healthy young teenager and now he is so weak that he can't even feed himself.

From time to time kids from our high school class come by and visit him. They always leave quickly because Ruez greets the with a stony silence. He says its because they are shallow bitches that don't care for him. I wish he wouldn't feel that way but I also can't argue with the truth.

The only other person he allows in beside his family and me is Niall. True to my word I haven't spoke to him since that day long ago. Every time I see him my heart breaks even more, if that's possible. He has attempted to speak to me but I always make an excuse and leave.

Ruez (POV)

It was like the sicknesses had finally made itself present that day everything made a turn for the worst. Like it was jumping up and down, shouting 'here I am, don't forget about me'. And I hated it for reminding me that it was all real, not a fantasy like I hope and want.

I want out of this situation. I don't want or see these white walls and blue curtains any more.  I dont want to see any doctors coming to tell me things that I dont understand. I don't want any more tests run on me. I don't want to have to wait for someone to help me to the bathroom and feed me. I want to do things for myself. I want to be independent.

My whole spirits lift when I see her walk in. I summon whatever strength I can muster and smile at her. No matter what I will not let her see me at my worst. I will not let her see this thing bring MW to my knees. I will always fight for her. I will never quit.