Most Days ||n.h

In The End

Ana had a lot of bruising around her throat and scratches on her face and up and down her arms. I felt bad. She seemed to get more of the brute force than I did. All I had was a nasty cut that needed stitches and chaffing around my wrists and ankles. I kept apologizing to Ana next to me in the ambulance who kept replaying, in her chocked up voice, "Oh stop it. Your ex-roommate is crazy and this is the most fun I've had in a long time." She smiled brightly at me but I still felt awful.

The police kept asking me questions about who Jasmin was, what happened and what led her to attack Ana and I. I tried to explain to them who I was, Niall Horan's girlfriend, but one of the medical personal said I might have a concussion and was probably hit over the head several times.

They drove Ana and I down to the hospital, partly so I could get my head checked out, partly for the stitches and partly because Ana needed something for her throat. My parents and her father had been called and they were both frantically rushing through downtown L.A traffic to get to us.

The nurse had just snipped my stitches, layered on some sticky substance and was wrapping my arm up in gauze when my parents hustled through. They both began talking at once demanding to know what happened, who was responsible and if they had been caught. The nurse strode out, patting my arm as I began to explain.

I had told my parents about Jasmin moving out and how she had felt betrayed but I didn't tell them Ana had moved in with me. It's not that I didn't want to tell them it just sort of slipped my mind. I had a lot of things to worry about. I quickly recalled what happened from my skipping class, talking to Niall, hearing the door open and then being knocked out. I explained to them why Jasmin would do this and then asked them if they had their cellphones on them.

"Why sweetheart?" My mother asked who was in tears despite the fact that I was okay.

"I need to call Niall." I murmured holding out my hand for a phone but neither of them moved to get me one.

"Have you told the police any of this?" My father asked touching my shoulder. I sighed and rubbed my forehead, shaking my head.

"They think I hit my head and that I'm imagining being Niall's girlfriend. They want to examine my head." I muttered. My mother got angry then and stormed out to find the cops saying,

"How dare they call you crazy! My baby is not crazy! She has been through a traumatic experience and the police need to hear this." I never said they had called me crazy but I guess it was sort of implied. My dad sighed and pulled me into a hug when she left.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart." He murmured, kissing my hair. I wrapped my arms around his back and sighed.

"It's okay daddy." I said with a small smile. He pulls away and hands me a phone.

"Call your boyfriend. Hopefully you can reach him." I nodded and smiled as he stood to the side while I dialed Niall's number.

"Mr. Collins!" Niall sounded frantic and he answered after the first ring. "Is Sarah okay? What's happened? She's okay right?"

"Yes Niall I'm fine."

"Sarah!" Niall exclaimed before throwing out another slew of questions. "Where are you? Are you hurt? I've tried calling you? Why do you have your dads phone?"

"Niall! Niall, please!" I said over him. When he calmed down I continued. "Let me explain.." Before my mom could come back with the police I threw out a shortened version of the story to Niall, leaving out the part where I got hurt and heading straight into my rescue by Ana. "Oh my god I am so glad she moved in with you." Niall exhaled.

"Yeah, I'm glad too though I feel kind of bad that she got hurt because of me." Niall breathed out slowly.

"I'm coming to see you."