Chapter 7:
Liam’s POV
I’ve been in his hospital room for 5 days now, I could care less if my rib was better, I wasn’t leaving until he wakes up. Dani and Mel are doing us both a favor and writing down whatever we do in class so we don’t miss anything. I still remember how he looked after that stupid gang had beat him up. I was in shock, I usually freak out about things like that but this wasn’t an exaggeration: his lip was torn a good inch, black right eye, blood in his soft blonde hair from the mouth wound and his hands also just covered in blood, probably his attempt to stop the bleeding; his cheek was bruised and he had multiple scratches along his arms, his white t-shirt torn in half exposing the upper half of his body. He looked so small and helpless, who would ever do this to someone as innocent and friendly as Niall. I hated myself for acting like such a pussy, I should have helped him. Even after he got up he saw them beating me up and he knocked out 2 of them. I honestly didn’t know he had it in him. But I should have there for him, like he was there for me.
His mom has been here a few times but I told her not to worry and that I’d take care of him so she can go to work. He’s been in a small comma for 5 days, due to the head injury after those bastards kicked him so hard, not to mention his broken right arm and 2 left ribs. Looking at him now he’s just so harmless, his lip hasn’t healed all the way but it’s looking better and the scratches from his face are mostly gone. Beautiful. That’s what he looked like to me. I know it seems gay but he just does, even without even trying he manages to look so peaceful and flawless.
‘Do you think he’ll wake up anytime soon?’ I tell the doctor. ‘It’s hard to tell lad, commas can go from days, two weeks, to months even years. But he looks quite stable and his ribs are starting to heal up nicely. Maybe you should go to school?’ he said but sounded like a question.
‘No, I’m not leaving until he wakes up’ I say. ‘Neither am I’ I hear a soft whisper from the door. I turn to see Mel looking at me with teary eyes. She walks in a sits next to his bed. Why was she crying? It’s not like she fancies him as much as he does her. I’m here for him, she should just leave. He doesn’t need her. He can make it on his own. And if he needs anyone that’s what I’m here for. He’s my leprechaun, not hers. Am I jealous?
‘Niall please wake up, I need to tell you something. I just hope you feel the same way’ I hear her say to him in a whisper. I guess she does like him, I mean that’s the only reason she’d be here. I just don’t want him to get hurt. I know how Mel can be. She says she falls for him but in about a month she falls for someone else. I honestly don’t think she’s what’s best for him. But he’s happy with her. So the only thing I can do is let them be happy together.
I hear more people walk in the room. Dani who quickly raps her arms around my torso and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Harry, with his girlfriend whose name I don’t know. Louis this loud, weird and crazy lad from our class, he sang with us in the auditorium the day of the beating. He was wearing a stripped t-shirt with chinos and a heavy jacket. And Zayn the schools bad boy, tan skin, hair blown up with gel, wearing jeans ,a v-neck and his leather jacket. It’s amazing how Harry even got him to sing that day. And they honestly had no reason to be here. I was more than enough for Niall, I’m what he needed. What don’t they understand that? Shit. I’m getting jealous again. I just care about him so much. No one else knows what he’s been through except me. I’m the first person he has told everything to.
‘What are all of you doing here?’ I ask. They crowd around Niall’s bed. And I feel uncomfortable. No answer. ‘What the hell are you all doing here? Can’t you see I’m more than enough, it’s not like any of you have ever paid him any attention. You talk about him behind his back. Ignore him like the rest of the school. Don’t give a fuck or even ask what happened. You just walk in here like you’ve known him for years. I know more about him than any of you, I see what he goes through now. I understand-‘ I hear my voice crack a bit as my eyes start tearing for the 3rd time today. Harry was about to respond. But shut him up. He knew I was right.
