Saving Niall

Chapter Twelve-Argument

           "This was all your fault, Liam! If you didn't make us hike up that massive mountain, the love of my life wouldn't be dead!" An Irish accented voice screamed, also crying. "Niall, calm down. There is no need to blame Liam. The doctors said she is going to be just fine." A calm voice cooed. Silent cries filled the air. 

            I softly fluttered my eyes open. I was laying in a small...Hospital bed? Where was I and why was I here? "Look, she's awake." Someone whispered. I looked around the room to find a group of boys looking creepily yet happily at me. I grabbed the white blanket and moved farther from the bed. "Who are you?" I questioned, squinting and holding my throbbing head. There were gasps. "Y-you don't know who we are?" A curly haired boy slowly questioned. I shook my head.

           "No, sorry," I sighed, now holding my stomach. "Of course you know who I am, right?" The blonde haired boy asked, pushing the curly one away and grabbing my hand. He studied my face and squeezed my hand tighter, begging for an answer. I pulled mine away. His eyes filled with sorrow and tears. "It's me. Niall. Your boyfriend!" He tried to explain. "No, I don't have a boyfriend." I confessed. "But I have to leave or I'm going to miss a concert I'm taking my best friend to." I added, trying to get up. A buff lad with shaggy hair softly nudged me back on. 

           That kid, Niall began to cry and whimper my name. But yet, I didn't know him. It frightened and upset me. Why was he crying? Did he get hurt. "Niall, you're scaring her." A tall man with a slightly round stomach explained, pulling him away from me. He flailed his arm, and threw punches in the air. "I can't leave her!" He cried. The man whispered something in the boys ear, causing him to go silent. "And you didn't tell us?" He asked. "The doctor said it wasn't best for you to know." The man explained, backing away. The blonde one's hands clenched, yet he only punched the wall. I jumped in fear and hid my eyes.

          A tall man doctor and two nurses walked in. "We have her official results." He announced, sitting in the bouncy spin chair. "What is it, doctor?" A boy with a nice butt questioned. He flipped the papers over and put his glasses on. "Miss Aria Renee Kingly has been in the state of a severe concussion. She will not remember anything from three months ago. Although, she will possibly, recover in three weeks. If she takes the pills we give her everyday for the year, her memory will be back to normal. Also, miss Kingly has fractured her third to the left rib and will not be able to participate in any physical sport." The man explained. "Wait, there's something on the back." He added. He sighed and held the paper closer to his face. "She will be under the supervision of Liam J Payne, Niall J Horan, Harold E Styles, Louis W Tomlinson,  Zayn J Malik and Paul Higgins." He announced, throwing the papers into a folder. 

       The next week, I was laying in the boys I just met's body guards bed. Four of the boys, Liam, Zayn, Louis and Harry were sitting on the bed next to me, trying to refresh my memory. I didn't know why Niall was avoiding me. I didn't know what I did wrong? "I threw a straw at your face?" Harry tried to explain. I gave him a confused look then a glare. "I put my dirty nickers on your face?" Louis confessed. I scrunched my nose and took a sip of my juice. "I gave you hugs every morning." Zayn mumbled, playing with the blanket. "Erm, I made you hike a mountain." Liam sighed with fault in his eyes. "And you fell off and got a concussion. You may not remember, but Niall really is your boyfriend." Harry confessed. I sighed and took another sip of my drink. "I'm sorry, really. I do want to believe you, but I just don't know." I explained, setting my cup on the bedside table. 

        When I was taking a nap, there was a knock on the door. "Come in." I whispered. I saw a spot of blonde hair peep in. "Hey," he mumbled, walking over to the bed. I tried to be polite and smiled. "How you feeling?" Niall asked, bending over for my cheek. Then he stopped, realizing reality. "Listen, Aria, we need to talk." He explained, sitting at the bottom of my bed. I nodded and winced as I propped up on a pillow. "I really want you to remember me. It's killing me inside to see you like this and me not being able to be there for you." He confessed, looking me deeply in the eyes. "Ni-" I began. He cut me off. "I can prove it. Your middle name is Renee. Your favorite ice cream is raspberry chocolate. Your brother, Jared died in a car crash last year. You scrunch your nose when you're mad. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, it'd be Paris-" I also cut him off with a nod. "Niall, I believe you, I just need some time to remember everything."

       He got up and walked towards the door, slamming it behind it. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. Why couldn't he just wait for two more weeks? But did he really love me as much as the boys expressed? I sat back down and began to tap the Sponge Bob Square Pants theme song on my ribs cast. It was signed by Liam, Paul, Harry, Zayn and Louis with a few fans, but not Niall...