Hulk Horan /Book 2 in The Scifi Series (A Niall Horan fanfic)

2- Depressed

NIALL-

Day by day, I don't come out of my room. I skip the adoption days, since I already know that I won't be considered once my disease is revealed.

I haven't been eating right. My love for food has vanished, and I don't feel the need to eat. Along with that, I'm staying by myself, alone everyday.

All of this worsens my condition. I feel my heart weakening, as just getting around makes my head spin. Things are getting harder.

If only Rose could see me now. She cringe at my baggy eyes, and try to help me. But my whole life, I've just been a pity party. I wish I was strong.

But the thought of Rose starts anger. She couldn't even tell me she was leaving? Now because of that, I'll never see her again.

"Niall..." A little boy creeks the door open, whispering out to me.

I groan, and yell "Go away!"

He whimpers at my tone, but continues to speak. "Mrs. Hanley said you have to come out for adoption day."

She has never forced me before...why now? Maybe she was pitying me, or wanted me out of here since I've been here for so long.

"No!" I bellow, and smush my face into my pillow.

"Mrs. Hanley said you have to!" He cries out.

His wail reaches my heart, reminding me of myself at his age. Back to the day when Aidan made me cry on adoption day. Maybe I'll go...just this once.

"Alright." I mutter, and the child somehow hears me.

"Yay!" He shrieks out, then runs down the hallway.

I pull myself out of bed, and put on my hoodie to hide my deep ribcage. I don't do anything else with my appearance, and weakly stumble over to the main room.

A mid-age man stands there, examining the children in front of him. Mrs. Hanley stands next to him, and smiles once she sees me. She gives me a sharp nod.

I return the nod, and stand in the line. Once he comes to me, I hold in a deep breath, preparing for the worst.

The man just stares at me, not making any noise. Mrs. Hanley stands beside him quietly.

"Would you like to see his paperwork?" She asks, and searches through the pile of paper in her hands.

He shakes his head, and sends me a smile. "No, I think I've decided who I want to adopt."

His eye contact remains with me, and he pushes up the glasses on his nose. "What's your name, lad?"

"Niall, Niall Horan." I reply with no emotion.

For some reason, adoption doesn't make me happy like I thought it would. I almost feel heartless, as I barely feel any emotion. But the thought of getting out of here slightly excites me.

"You must know, Niall has HCM disease. A disease in which the heart muscle thickens, and causes disruptions of the electrical functions that the heart performs." Mrs. Hanley explains for probably the hundreth time in my life.

I sigh, knowing that I'll just be shoved away again. I don't know why I even gave hope, when this is what happens normally.

"That's no problem." The man shrugs his shoulders, and takes a pen out of his suit pocket.

My eyes widen, and I look between the two of them. Mrs. Hanley mimics me, as she looks back and forth between the man and I. Her face holds an expression of shock.