ooooh the awaited chapter. is Ni okay??? or dead ;) who knows?
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and without further ado, chapter thirty one!
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"What do I do? Do I call him?" I ask Claudia, freaking myself out.
"Em, chill. He's okay. I doubt you could even get ahold of him." She tells me, leaning against her bed. For the past ten minutes we've been reading articles about how Niall was hurt, and we've been bickering about whether or not he's dead.
"I mean I could try. I should try. What if he's there alone? God, I feel like I'm gonna puke." I groan, scrolling through an article.
"Sure, fine. You can try." She says, and I nod. I exit out of Safari and swipe through my contacts until I land on his name. I click it and press the call button, biting my nails eagerly as I lift the phone to my ear.
The phone rings, once, twice, three times, four times. No answer. A voice comes on the line, but it's only the automated voice, telling me to leave a message.
"Fuck. He's totally dead." I sigh, throwing my phone down.
"Em, that was what, only like two articles. The others say he's paralyzed, and that People one says he only fractured a few bones."
"Okay, I guess he's probably not dead. But I just need to know what happened." I say, running a hand through my hair.
"Jeez, Emma! Why are you so hung up on this? Like I get it, you're friends. But this is your ex-boyfriend's best friend. Your concern for him is a little much." Claudia says, raising a brow. "Are you into him or something?"
"God! Claudia! No. Not at all. Is it so crazy of me to care about a friend? We're close and if he was-is dead, I'd be fucking devastated. It's scary, okay?" I huff, pissed that she's being so inconsiderate. "I don't understand why you're being such a-"
The phone rings.
I stop talking and flip it over to see who's calling and it's Niall. "Oh my god." I breathe out, knowing that he's okay. I stand up from Claudia's bed and answer the call. "Niall, oh my god are you okay?"
"Yeah, uh this isn't Niall. I'm Wes, Niall's friend. I was near the hospital and I just- I needed to stop by." Wes says, and I frown.
"Is Niall okay?" I ask Wes, and he sighs.
"I-uh, I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you that. One sec." He says, and I sigh. I hear muffled voices and then Wes is back. "Yeah he's doing alright. Sorry, it's hard to tell who'll talk to the press and stuff. Had to check with Ni."
"So he's awake? Not in surgery or anything?" I ask, and Wes clears his throat.
"Yeah, yeah."
"Can I talk to him? Please?"
"Um, uh, yeah. I guess so." He says, and the line is silent for a while. "Emma?" I hear Niall say, and I smile, happy knowing he's okay. Or alive at least.
"Hey, are you alright? What happened?"
"Just an accident. I'm okay though, just kinda phazed I guess. I've got a broken leg, few ribs, and a dislocated shoulder. Sounds fun, huh?" He chuckles.
"I'm sorry, Niall." I sigh.
"It's alright, Emma. One second." He tells me. "See ya, Wes. Thanks for stoppin' by." He says to Wes.
"Are you alone there?"
"Yeah, Wes just left. Me mum's flying in though."
"Are you lonely? I'm nearby, I can stop by. Keep you company." I offer, and Niall sighs.
"You don't have to. I think Liam's coming in a hour or so."
"No, I want to."
"Okay, I'll uh have to talk to the nurse. They've got a shit ton of bodyguards here." He chuckles. "Make sure you got your I.D., they won't let you see me if you don't."
"Okay. I'll be there soon." I sigh, picking up my purse from Claudia's bed.
"See ya." He says before hanging up. I run a hand through my hair before saying goodbye to Claudia, and getting in my car. I drive to the hospital, which is about five minutes away.
I pull up to the hospital parking, and park in one of the empty slots. Luckily there aren't any paparazzi around, otherwise I don't know how I could get in. They'd all be suspicious because I dated Harry, and it isn't necessarily confirmed that we even broke up.
I walk inside the hospital, and make my way to the front desk. There's a man with his daughter talking in front of me, but pretty soon they're gone and it's my turn.
"Hi, I'm here to see Niall Horan." I tell the woman. She raises a brow, and pulls out a clipboard from under her desk.
"What's your name?" She asks, scanning through the clipboard.
"Emma Pierce."
"I'm going to need to see some I.D." She tells me, crossing her arms. Someone's got her in a bad mood.
"Oh yeah." I mumble, fumbling through my purse to find my wallet. I grab it, and take my I.D. out. "Here." I say, sliding the card. She looks at my I.D., then at me, and then the card again.
"Alright. Walk down that hallway," She begins, pointing to one of the hallways. "Make a left after you past the restrooms, and then walk a bit. The room will be on your right towards the end. Room 071." I nod my head and take my I.D. back before walk in the direction she pointed out.
Once I reach the room I give my ID to the security guard, who checks his own list. He gives me a nod, allowing me to go in. I open the door and smile as I walk in, and his eyes turn from the TV to me.
"Hey. Thanks for coming." He smiles, turning of the TV with his remote.
"Yeah of course." I smile, and then take a look at his injuries. He's got a huge leg cast and a few cuts and bruises on his face and arms. His arm is in a sling, and I can't imagine how painful this is.
"I look pretty fucked up, huh?" He chuckles, looking down at his own cast.
"No," I lie, taking a seat near the bed. "At least you're not on tour." I say, and he shrugs his shoulders before wincing in pain. He must've forgotten he dislocated it.
"Yeah, lucky me." He sighs, adjusting his bed with the controller. "It could've been worse, I guess. It just sucks, can't go to Thailand for a while now."
"You've been travelling everywhere, what's a little setback?"
"Yeah, but I just wanna make every minute of this break count. See all these places I haven't explored, ya know?" He says, and I nod my head.
"How was your last trip?" I ask, and his eyes lighten up.
"God, it was amazin'. Beautiful place, I'd love to go back. We did a zipline over this waterfall, it was sick." He chuckles, smiling to himself. His phone buzzes on the table, and he attempts to reach over for it before I stop him.
"I got it." I tell him, and he nods. I hand him the phone, and he looks through it with his right hand, the one that's not in a sling.
"Text from Li. He's on his way over here." He tells me. I don't want Liam to think anything of me and Niall, and I know it's pretty terrible of me to be friends with one of Harry's friends.
"Do you think it'll be weird? Cause I can leave once he comes. I just wanted you to have some company."
"I dunno. Liam's not judgemental or anything, but it might be a little awkward." He says, and I nod.
"Yeah, I'll just leave before he gets here. Five-ish minutes?" I ask, and Niall nods.
"Thanks for being here though, this place is pretty boring." He sighs. "They've only got like 5 channels, and all the movies are crap. 'M stuck playin' temple run on me phone." He chuckles, and I smile.
"Don't you have Netflix?" I ask, raising a brow.
"Shit! I forgot about that." He chuckles. "Thanks, Em. That'll keep me entertained for a few hours."
"Anytime." I smile, laughing lightly. We make small talk for a few minutes, until Niall get's a text from Liam saying he's here. I wrap up my conversation with Niall, and grab my purse before getting up to leave. "Bye, Niall. Hope you feel better." I say, smiling. He gives me a smile in return, but before I can open the door, someone else does. I see Liam and he gives me a confused look when he sees me.
Fuck.
I back up to let him in, but there's someone else behind him. When I see curly hair, I want to explode. Harry's here.
Fuck.
I want to hide somewhere, but this stupid room is too open. I feel myself shaking, and when Harry locks eyes with me, I can start to feel tears form. They both walk in, and I mumble a small hi before rushing out. I look to my right and see a bench, and I walk over to it, sit down and take a deep breath in.
I'm on the verge of tears, but I don't cry. I don't like crying, and especially if it's over a guy. It was weird seeing him, even for the small moment I saw him. He trimmed his hair quite a bit, and grew a little more stubble. I looked away almost instantly, but I could tell he look as shocked at I did. I still love him and I really want to know what he thought of me being there. I don't want him to think that I like Niall more than a friend, even though it may have looked like I did.
I place my elbows on my knees, and my head in my hands. I breathe out once more, before I feel a prescene. My gut tells me it's Harry, and when I look up, my thoughts are confirmed.
"Are- uh, you alright?" He asks in a deep voice. I fucking miss that voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I say, forcing a small smile. "Hospital's make me sad, I guess." I say, trying to explain my sulking.
He nods slowly, licking his lips. "I- I was wondering if we could talk?" He asks, raising his voice. I feel my eyes widen at the thought of him wanting to be with me again. What else could he say to me right now? "I just need some closure, I guess."
Oh.
"Yeah, yeah. Of course." I say, feeling some tears prickling behind my eyes. That's the last step from moving on, right? Closure.
"So, uh, why'd you end it? I thought things we're good, it was just sorta out of the blue, you know?"
I feel like a bitch. More than a bitch.
"I quit my job." I start, sighing. His eyes soften, and then he goes to bite his nail. Nerves, huh. "I guess I was only hired because I was with you. I don't know, I just...I thought that if I broke up with you that I could make a name for myself. Not just Harry Styles' girlfriend."
"So it was because I'm famous." He sighs, running a hand through my hair. "I get it." I want to tell him I regret it and I want to be with him. And I want to tell him I love him.
"Harry, I don't know what I was thinking-"
"Thinking?" He his eyes widen at my use of past tense, and his voice gets a little high. He clears his throat after, and I realize what I'm about to do. I'm going to tell him that I was a fucking idiot, and I want him back.
"Yeah, thinking. Look, Harry, I-"
"I-uh, I have to go." He stops me, and I feel more tears fighting to come out. He stopped me from talking. He knows what I was going to say. "It was good talking." He says with a simple nod. I give him my semi-hurt semi-confused face, and he responds by looking away. "Bye, Emma."
And then he's gone.
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