The Story Of Six (Niall Horan Fan-Fic) •ON HOLD•

Chapter 4

Author's Note:
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I struggled to get my eyes open.

They felt like they were weighed down by anchors.

Or, you know, the actual boat.

When I finally did push them open, my first instinct was: look around. I had a hazy memory and a crapload of a headache, but my eyesight was still functioning.

There wasn't much to look at; I was in a vehicle, a boy was next to me, and all you could see through the windows was white. I slowly remembered everything from last night.

Crap, Niall.

"Niall?" I asked, worried.

"Wake up, please!" I shook him.

He remained still. I panicked and took his pulse.

A huge wave of relief washed over me.

'It's okay, he's just sleeping' I thought, attempting to settle my growing anxiety. I sat back and looked around the truck, trying to find something to brighten the area. I snatched my phone from my pocket and switched on the flashlight. I opened the emergency cabinet first, hoping there was something to get us out, or at least something to improve our unfortunate situation.

'Aha!' I thought, excited.

I pulled out two flashlights, looking at each. One was solar powered, the other battery. I put back the solar flashlight, considering we were in an area with no light other than the tiny light glowing from my phone..

I switched on the flashlight and propped it up on the dashboard. Then I got to work on getting out. I tried opening the door, which wasn't budging. My phone was dead, and Niall's (I took it out of his pocket and checked) had no reception. If I opened the windows (which technically wasn't an option, since there was no power in the car) I would suffocate from the snow build-up in the car.

Crap, I'm stuck. WE'RE stuck.

"Uggghhhhh" I heard a sleepy voice murmur.

I spun my head around, startled.
Niall was getting up, rubbing his head where there was a small gash, slightly bleeding. I swear, at that moment, I thought my jaw was going to pop I was smiling so hard. Before I could think twice, I threw my arms around him and nestled my head into the crook of his shoulder.

He smelt like strawberries...

"Nat?" He asked, confused.

Soon enough, his memories came flooding back to him.

"Nat!" He exclaimed, hugging me back.

I could feel his strong arms squeeze my torso.

"Thank god you're okay. Are you okay? Do you have a headache? Can you move all your limbs? I don't see any cuts...."
He said, checking for anything resembling injury.

I laughed at how concerned he was.

"Niall, I'm fine. But obviously you aren't..."
I trailed off, running my finger over his forehead. He winced.

"Sorry." I whispered, concentrating.

"It doesn't look too big, but it's deep. I think I saw a first-aid kit when I was looking for a flashlight.... I'm going to check, don't move." I said, turning.

I rustled through the compartment until I found the red bag labelled 'St. John's Ambulance First-Aid Kit'.

"Aha!" I muttered. I looked back at Niall, the kit perched in my lap. He looked hesitant.

"Don't worry," I reassured him. "I took a First-Aid course in the seventh grade."

Very reassuring. It was only 7 years ago, right?.

He nodded. I took out an ointment and a bandage that you tie around your head, and pulled on a pair of plastic gloves.

"Okay, this part may hurt a little bit. I'm just cleaning the wound." I informed him.

He had a nervous look on his face, but agreed anyway.

"Would it help if you squeezed my hand when the pain got to bad?" I asked helpfully.

He nodded again, looking like a scared child at the doctors office.
I held out my un-gloved hand and he grabbed it. His warm hand enveloped my own, a perfect fit. I blushed and tried to focus my attention on cleaning his cut.

I started by putting some ointment on a fluffy white cotton ball.

Then, I got the bandage ready in my lap.

'Now,' I thought. 'Time to start'.

I slowly rubbed the cotton over his skin, attempting to be as gentle as humanly possible. The surface was clean, but the cut went deep, and I had to make sure nothing that would harm him got into his bloodstream.

So, I started going deeper. The pain obviously must've been bad, because he bit his lip until it bled.

"Niall." I whispered softly.

"Sorry." He squeeked.

Instead, he squeezed my hand. It felt good. I realize how terrible this is, him being hurt and all, but I was glad. I liked this arrangement.

"STOP, Natalie." I internally scolded myself.

"You can't have feelings for him, you've only known him for 22 hours. Calm down."

"Remember the last time you trusted someone?" My conscience asked. "Oh yeah, I got myself locked in a stinky shed for 6 years. How fun." I thought sarcastically.

Once I was done cleaning his injury, I wrapped the bandage around his head and tied it in a double knot at the back. He smiled crookedly down at me. I was growing fond of his crooked smile...

"So." He started.

"I know I asked this at the restaurant, and it didn't go very well, but since technically we're trapped, I'm going to try again. So, uhm, Nat... What's your story? I realized you told me about Belle, and about a crappy old shack, but never about the real you. Please, I want to know." He pleaded hopefully.

I sighed. "Fine, but you go first." I demanded.

He grinned.

"Okay, so you obviously know my name, and that I'm a part of One Direction... But that's just how the media knows me. And, apparently, my fans. But half of the stuff they say is wrong. Like, for example, Barbara Plavin? We used to hire her as Tracey's old babysitter, and we've been close friends since we were 7. They made this whole rumour about us dating, then splitting up, etc. But it's kinda hard to tell you everything... So why don't we play 20 questions? You ask one, then I will. Okay?" He asked, running his fingers through his messy blonde hair.

I realized his hand was still tangled in mine. I felt the warmth of his soft skin spread through my hand.
'He didn't let go' I thought. Good. I don't want him to.

"Okay" I responded.

Authors note:

Oooooooooh! *fangirls on her own story*
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