Paralyzed [Nouis]

Chapter 12 // Niall

I've been in this coma for ages, when are they gonna give up?

I hear people say the date everyday. So I did some math, and I figure out I've been in here for three months.

Three months? Are you kidding me? I've been in a coma for three months and they haven't given up?

I heard footsteps coming towards me. This is the first day I'm actually listening to the things these people say. I doubt it's gonna do anything for me, though.

"Hi, Niall." Someone whispered. I felt a light pressure on my hand (I think it was my hand, I don't have a great sense of feeling yet).

I felt like I recognized that voice. It was a deepish voice; one that I heard every day. I knew that voice. It was Louis!

He kissed my cheek, his lips lingering longer than necessary, but I'm not complaining. It felt comforting to finally have him so close.

"I'm losing it again," Louis chuckled, squeezing my hand a little harder. "I've been scaring myself, you know? I'm going crazy without you. I just . . . I don't think I can take it much longer. The nurses say you could wake up in another month. I'll probably be talking about yams somewhere in a corner."

Louis laughed a little, then sighed. I wondered what was wrong- why he was going crazy or whatever.

"That's how much I miss you, Nialler. I just . . . I want you to wake up so I can at least give you a hug. I miss you so much. It's not the same without you. You mean the world to me, Niall. You're beautiful. You're an angel."

Why is he saying all of this? I asked myself. Is he seriously that crazy? To be calling me an angel?

"And . . . I just can't believe you'd do this." I was confused for a second, before I felt his finger tracing the scars on my wrist, small pains shooting up my arm as he touched them.

Of course. He found out I cut myself. That's why he's saying this. Figures.

"I love you Niall. I love you so much, I just don't know what to do without you. You know, I haven't told you this yet," He took a deep breath. "Every night I sleep in your bed. I wear your clothes. I hold your teddy bear, and pretend it's you.

"I sound like a freak, don't I? I just can't explain it. I feel better when I smell you on your bed. I feel better when I feel your warmth in your pajamas. I feel better when I'm holding something that's, well, close to you a lot. I just miss you so much.

Louis laused for a moment, sighing heavily. "I have to go now. I love you, Nialler."

Louis kissed my cheek and squeezed my hand again before walking away, leaving.

Louis wear my clothes? And sleeps in my bed? And holds my teddy bear? What the fuck? Why does he do that? I thought couldn't stand me. That makes absolutely no sense.

These puzzle pieces are not fitting together. I can't make sense of anything right now.

I thought again about everything he said, but it still made no sense. He did say he was losing it, which is probably why he's fucking with my stuff, but why is he losing it?

If I could move my body right now, I'd be rolling my eyes. Why do I have to figure it out? I'm going to die soon anyways.