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?"
"We can't," He voice shoots cold, "The doctor said that you can't be around large masses of people and that only Neymar and I can be around you fro right now."
"But they seem so-"
"Aubrey I said no." The exasperation in his voice shocks me and suddenly the space around us becomes uncomfortable.
He continues to drive us down unfamiliar streets and past many unfamiliar faces. Signs hang from lap posts and on the side of buildings saying, "We are with you Niall" "Get better soon Aubrey", which is odd but nice. Its the littlest things in life that make you smile and right now this is one of them.
Niall
Aubrey walks into her now musty house. I follow behind her closely. It pains me to see her look at all of the pictures with no emotion displayed on her face. She continues walking further into the living room, her finger tracing across the dusty coffee table.
"A bit dusty here ain't it?" She rubs the dust from her finger and turns towards me. I shrug slightly. Her eyes see right through me; no emotion. She is trying, I can tell, but the feeling of guilt and anguish encompass me causing me to drown; leaving me gasping for non-existent air.
"This is your house." My voice cracks rather annoyingly. Her eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"Really? This place is so boring and mediocre," She moves a picture of her, Spencer and Abby, into a desk drawer along with some of her and the boys,"I will me renovating this place."
"You loved those pictures." She holds one of the many selfies her and I took and places in in the drawer.
"I will pull them back out. I just need to dust this table," She closes the drawer,"If I knew where I keep the cleaning supplies."
"Closet in the hallway." I point back in the direction of the closet. She smiles and limps back that way. I should stop her but I know that my sister always needs something to do, she can never just sit. She has to be doing something.
"When is Neymar getting here?" She speaks louder.
"Not sure, why?" She reappears with a bottle of furniture cleaner and a towel.
"Well, I have been feeling extremely guilty and down about this and what I am putting you and Neymar through so I figured you and me can bake him a cake?" She begins dusting off the table, careful not to make long arm strides.
"That would be nice!" My heart jumps with excitement at getting to bond with my sister again. Maybe this will help re-jog her memory back to when we used to do these things together
Flashback
Aubrey's cheeky grin and soft eyes look up at me as she holds a recipe book in her hand. Instead of having a party for her sixteenth birthday she wanted to spend it with me. Especially since I was going to leave for the X Factor in about a week. Of course she would still see me and stuff but not like this. We wouldn't be able to cook with each other or really do what we usually do. She would basically be by herself staying at Spencer's house.
"We should make Sheppard's Pie." Her eyes shimmer in the light.
"Sounds good to me." She claps her hands and smiles wide.
"You know Ni, I am going to miss these days," She pulls a sack of potatoes from the cupboard, "This may be our last day like this since you won't have time when you get famous."
"I will always have time for you Aubrey." She chuckles a little, causing my heart to ache. I'm going to miss my sister.
"You better." She jabs a finger towards me. I pull out two packages of frozen hamburger and set them in the sink to thaw.
"I will don't worry. Nothing will break our bond." I run hot water over the packages to quicken the thawing process.
"Hey, lets take a picture real quick so that you don't forget this day." She runs up to me holding her phone out. Gladly, I get in the picture with her. She makes a goofy face and I do the same. We continue to take more photos together.
"Pick two of your favorite and I will print them and frame them. I will take one and you will have the other. Mine will come with me on the road."
She wraps her arms around me tightly,"I love you big bro."
"I love you too little sis," I hug back, "We should probably get to cooking."
"I call peeling the potatoes!" She runs over towards the sack of potatoes and begins peeling them. I love cooking with my sister.
End of flashback.
I hold the picture frame containing the picture from that day, in my hands. A tear makes its way down my cheek remembering that day.
"I found a cake we can cook!" She points towards an open cook book.
"What is it?" I put the picture frame down and wipe the tear from my face.
"A double chocolate chunk cake." I smile slightly as it is right next to the Sheppard's pie recipe.
"Sounds good to me."
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Authors Note:
I had to alter Niall's age when he went to the XFactor in the flashback for the purpose that if he was only sixteen he would not be able to live with Aubrey alone. So in here he is 17 almost 18.
Okay so I have a dilemma, so I am almost done pr was almost done writing this book. Like I legit has maybe 5 chapters left to write and well 2 of those 5 chapters decided to delete on me. So I am going to update every 2 weeks or so, so that I can finish the story. I'm so sorry everyone.
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