Our Moment

Part 17

Sometimes, when I'm "sleeping" (5 minutes), I'm just opening my eyes with hope, that he's laying next to me.. Because I'm thinking it's a dream. But it isn't.
I can't sleep anymore. When I want to sleep, I'm thinking of what could happen during my sleep..
I couldn't deal with it.

Yesterday, after Niall's heart problem, I couldn't sleep. What was going on? Is it really right, what Harry said? That he heard everything we talked about. I don't know. I mean, he's in coma. But, what when yes?
Harry came into my room.

'Good morning Haley! Already awake? It's 6 am!'

'Haven't slept yet.'

'What?'

'Yes, but I'm not tired. Everything is ok.'

'Hmm.. I have to tell you something.'

'What is it?'

'Niall's mother, Maura. She saw the article about him. And she's worrying about him. How not? So the thing is, she's coming today. Arriving at 12 pm. We have to clean up here a little bit and wearing clean clothes.'

'Niall's mother? Oh.. I haven't seen her yet. Oh and wait, I'm not cleaning up everything. Niall is in coma, I don't have to do that. It's not about the room, it's about Niall. Oh and she's staying here?'

'I don't know, we'll see. I think she'll stay at Niall's place.. Or at my.'

'Hmm. Harry I'm not ready to meet her. Niall is in coma..'

'Haley, I understand you, but you have to.'

'I think I just have to die.'

'What?'

'Nothing. I'm picking "clean clothes", see you then.'

'Bye.'

I decided to wait in my room. But wait.. Does Niall's mother know about us? What do I have to say? To do? Is she friendly? I really don't know.
Dean's mother didn't like me. She said, I'm just to bad for him and I would be a whore. That's very nice.

Niall's mother came in.
Niall looked exactly like her. Oh my god. Tears were in my eyes. Please not.. A tear flowed down. Maura came over to me and hugged me very tight, we both cried. I couldn't bear it anymore, I started to cry louder and sobbed. I had mascara on my eyes and yes, it wasn't waterproof. I think I looked like panda.

'So you are Haley?' She sobbed.

'Yes I am. How should I call you?'

'Moм?'

Wait. Мoм? Seriously? I mean, it's the truth, I don't like my mother, but to call her мoм? I'll try.

'Ok, мом. I miss him.'

I started to speak with her honest.

'Dear, I miss him too. Just to imagine, how he looks like-' she started to cry again.

White as chalk. Cold.

'Normal.' I didn't look at her face.

'Don't lie to me. Say me the truth.'

'White.. And so cold. Mom, I have fear. I don't want to lose him.' I had tears in my eyes.

'I have fear too.'

The doctor came into the room.

'Bad news.'

'What? What's going on? Doctor please help υs.'

'We have finally the decision.'

I looked very disappointed at him.

'When he's not waking up after three days.. He'll never wake up again.'