The Broken Boy

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Niall's POV

"Mr. Horan is anorexic." I heard a kind voice say.

What?! Who did she just tell?!

I heard a strangled cry, followed by a dull thud and it went silent.

A while later, I heard the shuffling of feet and I felt someone take my hand I tried to yank it back, but it didn't move.

"Oh, Niall." I heard a familiar voice say.

"You have to wake up. The doctor says you can't wake up because you are too weak. You starved yourself and your body is just too weak to wake back up. But I need you. I miss you.

I miss your smile. The way it lights up a room.

I miss your jokes. The way that, even when they are totally lame, they are still funny because they come from you.

I miss your laugh. The way it sucks people in and makes them laugh along with you.

I miss your eyes. The pools of blue that I find myself getting lost in.

But most of all. I miss your voice. The Irish accent that only you have. The Irish accent that only my best friend has.

Niall you are my best friend and I love you. I've known you for only a short time, but I couldn't imagine my life without you in it. I miss you." He said, slowly getting softer until he whispered the last sentence.

I don't know how long it's been since I got here, but this is really boring. The guys, Liam, Zayn, Harry, and Louis, have all come to see me so far. Liam comes every day. He holds my hand and talks to me every day. It ranges to how he's doing in school; he's failing Spanish, to how great last night’s football game was. Our team, which all five of us are on, won the game 5-2. I miss him.

As Liam was blabbering on about how boring English was today, my nose started to itch. Out of instinct I tried to scratch it. I was quite surprised when my arm actually obeyed me and lifted itself to my face, scratching my nose. I let my hand fall down and I locked my hand in Liam's again, waiting for him to continue with his story. But he never did.

"Niall?" Liam said quietly. "Squeeze my hand if you can hear me." He said. I squeezed his hand and he gasped. He leaned over me, fiddling with something and sat down again. A few seconds later a nurse came in.

"You called for me?" She said.

"Niall's awake. He can hear me." Liam said.

"How do you know?" She said.

"He scratched his nose and then squeezed my hand." Liam said proudly.

"Mr. Horan, if you can hear me, move something." She said. I wiggled the fingers that were gripped by Liam's hand.

"Can you open your eyes?" She asked. I blinked an eye open, wincing at the harsh light that invaded my sight, groaning.

"Good to have you back." She said politely, though I could tell she was holding back a giant grin. "I'll go file the papers and I'll speak with your doctor." She said, shuffling out of the room.

I opened my eyes, blinking to adjust to the light. I looked over at Liam, who had been silent through all of this.

His eyes caught mine and I smiled. He grinned.

"I missed your smile." He said.

"I missed you." I responded.

He suddenly flew at me, almost knocking me off the bed as he gave me a hug.

"What the bloody hell were you thinking?!" He whisper-yelled into my ear.

I just shrugged.

"Niall...please. Talk to me." He pleaded.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"For what?"

Do I tell him what really happened?

"That you had to see that."

"It's fine. I'm just glad you're still here."

"May we speak with Mr. Horan alone please?" A doctor asked.

Liam nodded and walked out of the door.

"We need you to tell us what happened. Exactly what happened. And why." The doctor said. I sighed.

Here we go.

Liam's POV

I wonder why I couldn't be in there?

I don't know how long I was in the hallway, but eventually the doctor walked out.

"You may go back in Mr. Payne." He said stiffly, subtly glaring at me. What did I do? I shrugged, walking back into the room. I sat next to Niall who was a little paler than when I left him.

"Niall? What was that about?" I asked him.

"Just promise me you won't hate me." He whispered.

"I'll never hate you, Ni."

"Liam." He started, freezing as I looked at him.

"Yes?" I said, now uncertain.

"I cut too deep and I almost died. If you wouldn’t have found me I probably wouldn’t be having this conversation with you right now.