Finding a Happy Ending (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter: 7 Little Things

Samantha's P.O.V

Two Weeks Later...

Well, all my cuts have scabbed and are healing. They could let me go, but the hospital insisted on shipping me to partial program. Partial is just a big fancy inpatient center for mentally unstable people, and of course they would send me there. 

It is scary there. The nurses all talk to me like I am 3, I have to participate in the psychopathic group chats, draw pictures about my feelings, and there is nothing sharp. You get spoons and if you don't eat or use the spoon for self harm in some way they literally put you in some sort of mental jacket and feed you like a baby. Oh this place is fun.

I am a code red right now. Which isn't too horrible considering I just entered the institution about week ago. It goes code violet, then code red, then yellow, and then green. Once you pass green, you're home free, but they require you to see a therapist for like a year after you are released. So for a while life is just going to be a blast. 

You know those padded rooms in like mental hospitals they put you in if your bad? Well, it is real and it is call the 'quiet room'. It is dark and scary in there. It reminds me of my dream with the melting voices and the pitch black cave, but what made this scarier was this was in real life.
I haven't been in the quiet room yet, luckily. I am not a violent person. If anything, depression just made me and introvert, not a violent physio path. But if they catch me trying to hurt myself or others in anyway it is a one way trip to code violet's quiet room for a day. I don't want to go there. So I'm gonna be a good girl. 

All the time I have been present here, I just can't seem to wrap my mind around my current situation. I mean, I can't believe what happened in that apartment that one dreadful night. I screwed up my blood veins (which by the way have been restored thanks to minor surgery), I ran around the apartment leaving my bloody trail everywhere, I collapsed down the stairs and busted through a glass door, then some random hot boy band member called help for me.

I also had a hard time wrapping my mind around all that Niall guy went out of his way to do for me. I think he feels like he needs to help someone like me. This way when he needs some money when he is 30 and not with the band anymore, he can at least talk to interviewers about this girl who's life he changed. But, he always was checking up on me when I was in the hospital (By phone because he is on tour and that requires to go other places). I think the nurses got a little annoyed that I didn't have my own cell phone and that I was blocking up a line, but we never stayed on the phone TOO long. 

I got to know him really. It was fun. It was like making a friend for like once in my life, and I guess I really need a friend like him. Niall tended to focus on my depression, and he asked often how my cuts and side was. I didn't like him getting up in my business, but I didn't mind answering most of his questions because they weren't too personal. But usually if I asked him if we could talk about some normal thing, he would always change the subject to something better. 

I didn't know until yesterday how busy he was. He is traveling or performing a concert almost every other night, yet he calls me every night. Ever since he has been calling the Partial line, the nurses will answer and he asks them about how I am progressing. They tell him, then they pass the phone to me. It is super weird to hear from him about how I am doing. It just makes it a little creepy, but I'm sure I'll get over that feeling.
We causal talk now, and it is kind of nice as I mentioned before. I just kind of forget about all my life torture and hell, and we just talk. He likes to make me laugh too, it is because Niall is a funny person. He likes to bring up the fact I don't know who One Direction is so he can have an excuse to play a CD out loud so I can hear it through the phone. I think I am starting to like their music.

Today, he called late afternoon and he greeted me with, "I have a surprise for you when you get to the code green area thing."

My eyes popped. "Well hello to you too."

He chuckled. "Hi." He said very brief. "But I have a surprise for you, so you need to get to the code green fast."

"Well, I was kind of hoping to get to code green real fast anyways." I swung my legs up onto the chair with the rest of my body. "So what is this surprise?"

He sighed. "If I told you it wouldn't be much of a surprise now would it?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess not." I paused. "So what is the surprise?"

He laughed. "Very funny. You will find out eventually, don't yank your trousers up to far."

I busted out laughing. "What?!" I squealed. "My trousers are not going up any farther!"

That started a conversation about trousers for a while, and then somehow it was drawn back to the surprise on code green. 
Apparently there was more than one surprise in store for me, but the only one that was fully ready was the one that lied ahead on code green. I smiled when Niall said there was more than one. It crossed my mind that no one in the world had ever been this nice to me, let alone a big heart throb pop star. I didn't care if I was just a charity fund to make him look good in the future, or if he really did care about me. It made me happy to know he liked me so much.

We talked about the band, his bandmates, and even about our opinions on cats and rocket ships tonight. But Niall had to end our hour long conversation because the tour bus had finally arrived to their hotel, which was a good distance away from the airport.

I hung up and then was guided upstairs by a nurse to my room that I shared with some middle aged woman who liked to tell me she had rabies. She wasn't asleep even though it was curfew. Which meant she had to stay in the room. Which meant even if I tried to sleep she would keep talking to me about her rabies problems and how she wanted to set her parents on fire. Oh good times.

I just sit here in bed now, listening to her babble on and on about how messed up she is. I am not listening. My brain has blocked her voice out. Because all I can think of is Niall. And I try to invision in my mind what he looked like again. But I had only saw him once, and I have a horrible memory. Everyday it gets harder to remember what he looks like. But when I think about him, looks or not, I get this big grin on my face. The kind of grin only Jeff the Killer may have. It is creepy looking yes, but it is just my face giving out because it is not use to being happy like this. 

But I like happy. I am getting use to being happy.