Forever

Chapter 9

1 Week Later
Aubrey 

It's nice to finally be able to go home and leave this god awful place. I have been here, awake, for a full week and have gotten like no sleep, not like I need it but you know what I mean. Constant doctors and nurses were rushing in and out of my room, checking my vitals every hour, giving me medicine constantly, wheeling me out to have more X-Rays and every two hours having to get up and go to psychical therapy. Never again do I want to end up back in a hospital. Never again.

Niall, who has been by my side all week, seems thrilled and relieved as I near the lobby; limping and groaning. The doctor has put me in a boot due to an extremely bruised foot, a knee brace for support and wrapped my wrist up. My ribs are still fractured and hurt with every breath I take, thank god the doctor gave me pain meds. 

"Hey you ready?"He asks straightening his posture. He stretches out his arm, handing me a small black parka.

"I guess." I drag on the word making him laugh at me.

"Awe. C'mon kiddo. Wheres the spirit?" He cracks a joke causing me to quirk a small. 

"Its kinda hard to be excited when every part of your body hurts." He nods understandingly. 

"Fair enough," He places his hand on the small of my back and helps me out of the main doors. The bright sun nearly blinds me and the cold attacks me violently "Neymar, is out with his sister today. She thought he needed a break."

"Ah." Neymar has been in and out of my room the whole week to check up on me. One time he even brought me flowers, which was sweet of him. I was a tad bit confused onto why though. Obviously, I didn't ask him, instead I went to Niall. He was the one who broke the news to me, telling me that he was my boyfriend. After that a pang of guilt hit me. 

"He will be at the house later. I asked him to pick up some Chinese take out." We near a black range rover with darkly tinted windows, obviously Niall's car. He runs towards it and opens the passenger door for me. Gladly, I hop inside. The smell of his cologne intoxicates the air nearly making me nauseous. 

"Niall, is Neymar mad at me?" Niall's eyes shoots towards me as he is taken off guard by my question.

"Not at all. More mad at himself than anything," He exits out of the parking garage quickly spitting us out onto the streets of London. Screams and cries come from everywhere. Fans are gathered on the sidewalks behind barricades. The bodyguards Niall called holding them back. Fans cry as they beg for Niall to stop the car and say hello and take pictures.

"They want you to take pictures with them." He smiles towards me.

"Along with having their babies. They say it all the time on Twitter," A smirk tugs on his lips,"I see everything."

"I wouldn't blame them you are pretty attractive." The words roll off of my tongue before my brain has anytime to process it. Niall slams the breaks in response to my abrupt statement causing me to fly forward, banging my head against the dashboard. A pounding headache comes over me causing me to continue leaning over.Shit.

"Oh shit Aubrey, i'm so sorry!" He places a hand on my back. My vision blurs for a couple seconds then regains focus. 

"I'm good." I lie, trying not to make him feel guilty. He honestly didn't mean it, I mean my comment was abrupt. I would have done the same thing. 

"Shit. Are you sure you are okay?" I straighten up and look at him. His eyes fill with guilt and his eyebrows furrow with sorrow.

"Yes. I'm fine," My voice falls in the most non convincing pitch, "how about we make some fans days and take pictures?"