"Don't cry." I begged, rubbing soothing circles on her back as I silently begged for her to stop. I couldn't stand it to see her cry like this. "Please don't cry. I'm going to take care of you. I promise, okay?"
No response.
"Do you trust me?" I asked, dreading the possible response of rejection.
She nodded against my chest.
I gave a silent sigh of relief and a small smile before I continued. "Good. So how about I take you to the hospital so we can get you checked out, hm?" She looked up to give me a look of horror as she gulped; but none the less, she nodded. I gave her a reassuring smile as I took her good hand in mine and pulled her off of my lap and out of the kitchen. I couldn't help but notice how perfectly her small hand fit in mine.
"Wait!" She halted, tugging me a step back. "I need pants." She stated, looking down as her legs that were only covered by the thin fabric of Niall's navy blue boxers. "And a bra." She added quietly, her cheeks turning crimson as she realized she said the last part out loud.
I smirked.
"I'll just go get changed and then we can go." And with that, she skipped up the steps, caressing her injured hand to her chest. And it was right then and there that I realized something that would change me.
It was going to take everything I had and more to make her fall for me.
*Katie's POV*
"How you holding up?" Harry asked with concern
I was sitting in the passenger seat of Harry's fancy car, my head leaned against the headrest, eyes closed and teeth clenched as I tried to keep the pain concealed.
"I'll be fine." I said, not risking a glance over in his direction.
He would see right through my poor act.
The truth was, I absolutely hated hospitals. Which explains why the closer we got to the hospital, the more nervous I became. To sum it up as best as possible, the last time I've been to one basically scarred me for life. It was two years ago that my cousin had gotten into a bombing incident while on his deployment to Afghanistan. He was shipped back home and was in recovery when I saw him again, and let me tell you. It was not pretty. There is still this constant dread in the back of my mind that one day, my brother will end up in the same predicament. I fear the day that I will get a phone call from the hospital telling me my brother has been checked in. Not once have I stopped trying to convince him to leave the Army and get a normal job, but he always refuses.
He insists that hospitals don't scare him like they scare me.
"So?" Harry insisted, interrupting my train of thought.
"Um- sorry... I was... kind of in a daze." I apologized, looking to where he sat behind the wheel. I couldn't help but notice how his tattooed muscles flexed unconsciously as he gripped the steering wheel. I felt my heart pace speed up without my permission as I looked at him. He was being so sweet to me this whole day, and I didn't have any explanation for his change of view towards me. "What did you say?"
"We're almost at the hospital. And I'm guessing that there will be paparazzi. Have you had to deal with them before?" He asked.
"Uh, no. The only times I went out since I got here was with you guys, so unless there were some that I didn't see then no." I responded. It was kind of weird, now that I think about it. I mean, these boys are loved worldwide. Doesn't that mean they have paparazzi following their every move?
"Yeah, that's because Niall went to extra measures to make sure that they didn't spot you." He said with a chuckle.
Extra measures?
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When in London (One Direction Fan Fiction)
Fanfiction| Highest Ranking: #1 in Fanfiction | Katie Niroman has been best friends with Niall Horan since birth. They were always side-by-side every minute of the day; they were inseparable. That is, until Katie turned twelve and had to move to Canada for h...
