We Meet Again

Chapter 33: Calls At Three In The Morning

Chapter 33:

Two months. 

That was how long ago since I swore he made some kind of movement, but since then, he's been still. He's been motionless. Me? I've been worried out of my mind to the point where I was about to throw myself out of the building in frustration.

But at least now I was out of the wheelchair. My ribs healed, but now I was wearing crutches for my leg. The wheelchair was the worst contraption ever though. Never in my life would I want to sit in one again. I hoped desperately by the time I was old and wrinkly, there would be some other contraption that wasn't anything like a wheelchair.

Everyone can dream right?

Right now, One Direction was on a long deserved break. Rumours around the media were that Niall had died or he had left the band, but nothing was certain yet. Girls were going crazy out of their minds, wondering where the hell he was because there hadn't been pictures of him in ages- just like he had gone missing. 

I still visited Niall as much as I could, coming by at least once a day and staying for at least one hour. Now, I went to church with my family on Sundays, had lunch with my parents every now and then, and would watch Jonathan play Black Ops II until I got bored. They did their best not the mention Niall, and Mom had even said that she approved of him now.

So much for that. Too late for that. 

Breanna, Francine, Charley, and Lily called me every now and then, Facetiming me and Skype calling me as well. Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Harry would sometimes shoot me a text, asking how Niall was doing and how I was holding up. 

During the past two months, Liam and Charley came for a three day visit and Francine came for a day and headed out the next to visit somewhere else in Ireland. Louis came down another time, without Lily because she was busy. 

The journal I kept was left alone, since nothing was really happening. I hadn't made another entry since that day when he supposedly squeezed my hand. 

Everyone was still iffy about that. 

Nurses called me crazy for coming every day. I had caught them gossiping once when they didn't know it was me at the vending machine with my hoodie covering a good portion of my face. They kept giggling about how I had nothing better to do with my time rather than visit someone who was basically a worthless cause.

Well I had been in a come for a year, and everyone thought that I was the worthless cause. Niall stuck by me for eight months. 

Eight months.

That was more than anyone else could ask for. After one month, I had begun to lose hope, but there was no way I was leaving Niall like he did for me. I would've done the same thing in his position, and I was glad that he chased his dreams. I was glad that he accomplished things he wanted to do, yet here I was not knowing what I wanted to do with my life.

The only thing certain was that I wanted to be with Niall, and I hoped when he awoke, he still felt the same about me. He was too precious to lose. 

So if I had to sit around and wait for the next ten years, I would do just that. 

"Honey," I heard someone say. I rubbed my eyes and was surprised to find it already dark outside. The shine of the moon was casting into the hospital room. I turned my head slightly, not surprised in the least when I saw Niall still lying there peacefully.

"Yeah?" I questioned, sitting upright in the uncomfortable plastic chair I had been on. That might of been the worst nap I had ever taken in my whole entire life.