A/N: Wow, am I really on chapter 40?
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Now to continue the story:
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Nikki's POV
I struggled to open my eyes.
Letting out a hefty breath, I twitched my fingers, my body not exactly responding to my brain.
I could feeling my forehead at all. It felt like someone had just chopped it off and it wasn't there anymore.
"Oh Nikki...." A voice said and I froze.
It was Niall.
"I wish you knew..." Niall murmured. "I wish I could tell you..."
I dared not to move.
This was it.
I would truly find out if Louis and Liam were right abut Niall having feelings for me.
"You are my dream girl." Niall spoke softly. "I want to be your Dream guy..."
Oh no....
I was hoping it wasn't true....
Niall was a great guy. He was perfect actually.
He was crazy good at singing, he was handsome, he was funny, I could rely on him...
I just.... didn't have feelings for him like he had for me...
Which sucked....
I would never look at him the same again.
Suddenly I felt him lean over me and kiss the part of my forehead that was not numb.
A weird feeling rippled through me, but before I could distinguish it, there came an angry voice.
"Niall! What are you doing?" Louis' panicked voice exclaimed.
"Nothing!" Niall quickly lifted himself off of me.
"What were you doing!" Louis demanded, not asking this time.
"I was giving her a quick peck." Niall said awkwardly. "It's not a big deal."
"Niall!" Louis said angrily. "I know you fancy her, but now is not the time!"
"I'm sorry!" Niall said quickly. "But can you PLEASE keep your voice down? I don't exactly want her to know."
Louis sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just you were on top of her.... when I walked in..."
"Oh." Niall squeaked. His voice sounded embarrassed. "I wouldn't... ever... do that."
"Never say never Niall." Louis said with a chuckle and then walked over to my side, his voice getting closer. "Have she even looked like she's responding?"
"No." Niall voice sighed.
I felt someone rubbing my cheek and I knew it was Louis because of his cold hands.
His hands were always so cold! Brrrrrr!!!!!!
And for some reason, that made me want to sneeze.
Uh oh!
I tried my best not to move, but my nose twitched as I held it in
"Her nose twitched!" Louis exclaimed.
Darn it! I had wanted to listen some more... Oh well....
I pretend to move my fingers around and I let out a puff of air.
"Nikki." Louis put his hand lovingly on my cheek. "Are you awake love?"
My throat hurt like crazy for some reason.
I let out a murmur that sounded something like "Why am I so cold" or something like that. I could even figure out what I was trying to say...
I opened my eyes slightly and slowly sat up.
"Nikki!" Niall said brightly.
Niall moved to my side, and put one of arms across my back to help support me.
Darn it! Where ever I was it was sooo cold!!!!
"Where am I?" I opened my eyes all the way, looking first at Niall, then Louis. A throbbing sensation nailed my brain instantly. "Ugh! Why does my head hurt! And why can't I feel my head?"
I lifted my head up to touch it and make sure it was still there.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Louis laughed and grabbed my head before I could. "I wouldn't mess with that if I were you."
"What are you talking about?!" I said nervously, for some reason feeling loopy. "It's still there.... r...right..."
"Yes." Niall chuckled.
"Niall, don't laugh." Louis said, the hint of laughter in his voice.
"She's acting like she's drunk." Niall laughed. "I can't help it."
"She had to be put on heavy laughing gas." Louis said, smiling at me. "Paul couldn't get her to calm down."
"What are you talking about...." I blinked, several times, my vision dizzy. "I don't remember him giving me any gas...."
Wait, what?
"You woke up while he was doing his mini surgery." Niall explained. "You wouldn't stop moving so he had to put you out."
"Wait what?" I said through the cloud of dizziness in my brain. "Surgery?"
Then I remembered. The rock....
It had hit me....
Then I blacked out....
But I don't remember waking up since.
"Surgery!" I exclaimed, trying to scramble off the bed.
Bed? I was on a bed? What?
"No! NO! NO!" Louis grabbed me before I could get out of his reach.
"Let me go!" For some reason I was panicking.
Stupid laughing gas.
It was messing me up.
"Niall!" Louis said in a warning voice as I tried to throw him off. "Help me!!!!"
Niall pinned me back as I huffed and puffed, use everything I had to get away.
Panick! Panick! Panick! Panick! PANICK!!!!!
"Let me go!" I cried, my heart throbbing hard.
For some reason my brain was totally blanking out (most likely from the laughing glass), and the only thing I could trust was my instinct. Which was screaming at me to run.
I had to get away.
I HAD to get away.
Why?
I don't know why.
I just HAD to!
"Do something!" Louis cried as I started hyperventilating.
Niall did something very unexpected.
He literally pinned me down.
And when I say pinned me down, I meant that he pressed his chest to mine and pinned my arms down with his hands.
I froze, his blue eyes so dangerously close.
"O....kay...." Louis blinked. "That's not what I had in mind, but..."
"Hurry please!" Niall said, his voice really loud because he was so close to me. "I don't know when she'll start freaking out again.... I might not be able to take her alone!"
Louis murmured in agreement and raced out of the room as fast as he could.
"Let me go." I whispered, staring into his blue eyes.
He stared back. "Why?" He asked, his accent thick.
"I have to get away." I replied randomly, the answer feeling right.
He looked at me sadly before his eyes flashed.
I caught it before he could hide it.
His cheeks blushed.
I knew what he was thinking.
He was so close to me and our faces were practically touching.
He wanted to kiss me. His lips were twitching and his eyes were sparkling.
But he wouldn't do it, I knew...
Being the person he was, Niall wouldn't force me to fall in love with him.
And he certainly wouldn't force me to kiss him.
As far as Niall knew, I hadn't ever had my first kiss yet.
I knew he wouldn't ever think of taking that from me. Ever.
I shut my eyes and tried to stop my quick breathing.
My mind was still hazy.
For a moment, all you could hear was both of our breathing.
Then the sound of people clampering up the stairs sounded and Niall got off of me, but still held me down.
All the boys and Paul rushed in.
"What happened?" I heard Harry's panicked voice.
Weren't we in a fight like 5 minutes ago or something like that?
Oh yeah, because he kissed ME and then got mad and stormed off when I kissed him back.
Idiot.
Wait.... How long have I been out?
And wait...
Was it just me or had Zayn always had four eyes?
Wait, what the crap? Four eyes? People don't have four eyes!
Stupid laughing gas! It was making me see things now... Or maybe it was because I was so dizzy and my vision was blurry......? I don't even know.
For some reason I just burst out laughing.
They all looked at me with confused eyes.
It made me laugh even harder and I was clutching my sides, they hurt so bad.
"What's so funny mate?" Liam asked and I laughed even harder.
"I swear she's drunk!" Niall was laughing now.
"No it's the side efffects." Paul was smiling. "Hint, hint, laughing gas..."
"You all are so funny." I breathed.
"Well at least she's not freaking out." Louis was smiling in relief.
I put my hands to my head in my laughing fit, and froze when my hands brushed something hard.
"No, no, no!" Paul grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from my still numb forhead that didn't seem to be there, but was there because I just touched it.
"What is in my head!" I demanded. "And what is this surgery you speak of, Horan and Tom... linson." It took me a second to remember how to say his name.
"If this is what she looks like when she's on laughing gas, I can't imagine what she's like when she's had like 20 beers...." Harry chuckled and the boys laughed too.
"Answer me my minions!" I demanded. "I want to know why I have..."
"Why don't you stare at this for a while..." Niall suggested and handed me my Five Seconds Of Summer CD.
"Pretty!" I exclaimed and snatched it from him, while staring at the cover intently.
"Talk about Bi-polar." Zayn rolled his eyes with a shake of his head.
"The drugs are wearing off on her." Paul told them. "She'll be back to normal in a couple of hours. Just let her rest."
"Well someone should stay with her just in case." Louis said and looked at me in doubt. "She's acting a little funny."
"I will." Niall volunteered.
"Fine." Louis sighed. "But no funny business Niall."
"I know." Niall smiled and climbed onto the bed next to me, leaning his back against the back board.
The others said goodbye to me, which I responded with a hello (That was extremely odd), and turned off the lights before shutting my door.
Wait, where was I again?
"Niall, are we in my room?" I gazed around.
"Yes." Niall laughed. "We have been all along."
"Oh." I blinked and got under the cover and laid my head on the pillow. I couldn't feel my forehead still, so it felt weird. "Do you know when the numbness will go away? I would like to feel like my brain is still there."
"Soon." He stroked my hair. "Very soon, I promise."
"Thank you." I smiled, his touch feeling good.
"For what?" He asked, confused.
"For being you." I sighed, releasing all my worries and letting my mind relax.
Niall chuckled as I started to drift to sleep.
"Anything for you Princess."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2 hours later ~~~~~~~~~~~
My eyes slowly opened and I let out an exhausted yawn.
Sitting up, I looked over to where Niall had been and saw he was missing.
Where had the Potato gone?
Suddenly I groaned in pain ad clutched my head with one hand.
My. Head. Was. Killing. Me.
It hurt soooooo bad. I wanted to rip my hair out and scream.
But there was one good thing to all of this.
My forehead wasn't numb anymore.
Now to see what Paul had done to me during this "surgery".
Looking at my alarm clock stiffly, I saw it was 12:45 at night.
I sighed and pulled myself to my feet.
I immediately fell to the ground, my legs loose and wobbly like jelly.
My head was spinning and black spots dotted my vision.
With a moan, I grabbed the side of my bed and hauled my body up to my feet again, this time using the side of the bed for support.
Somehow, I ended up stumbling into my bathroom and flicking on the light switch.
Oh....
Wasn't I a sexy beast?
Actually, I looked more like Frakenstein, except this wasn't a costume.
This was my face.
A row of blue stitches covered a purple mark on my head. It hurt and stung like crap from just the air blowing on it. I can't imagine just touching it. Shivering, I prodded the thought away.
Clumsily making my way to my door, I opened it and trudged down the hall.
Don't ask me how, but I made it to the stairs and down them to find all the boys hovering in the kitchen.
"Will someone please make me a glass of apple juice or something?!" I demanded like a brat, coming to sit down in the kitchen.
They all stared at me in utter shock as I tipped and stumbled over to a chair and plopping down in it.
"How in the world did you make it down the stairs?" Zayn asked.
"That's for me to know and for you to never find out." i replied, not in the mood to answer questions.
"Did the laughing gas wear off?" Liam whispered to Louis.
I don't think I was supposed to hear that.
"Of course the laughing gas wore off!" I snorted at Liam. "Do I look the least bit happy to you? I felt like somebody used my body as a rag and started spanking their child with it! If I was on laughing gas, I would feel happy, loopy, and dumb."
"She has a point." Harry said while the others laughed.
I glared at him and he blinked confused at me.
Did he not forget we were sort of in a fight right now?
Or did he just blow it off like it never happened?
"Is somebody not in a good mood?" Louis cooed and pinched my cheeks.
"No." I replied dryly.
"Here." Niall handed me a glass of juice.
"Finally!" I cried out. "Someone who understands me!" I gulped down all the juice in one sip and smiled back up at him. "Give me a hug, Horan!"
He wrapped his arms gently around me.
"Ow!" I squealed as the side of my face brushed his shoulder. "Watch the stitches please!!!"
"Oh sorry!" Niall pulled back and stared at me apologetically.
"So I guess you found out about those huh?" Louis asked me.
"That's the first thing I check on when I woke up." I sighed. "I had to find out what Paul did to me. Why didn't you just take me to a hospital?"
"Because the guy that shot that guy is still loose." Liam said. In other words, my dad. "And you were losing a lot of blood very fast. Paul has this training thingy he does so, it was good for him to use it."
"Oh." I yawned.
"Why don't you go back to bed." Louis laughed with a soft smile at me.
He gave me a gentle hug.
"Okay." I yawned again and looked at Niall again. "Can the irish person here please carry me up? Gravity helped me down the stairs but now, there is nothing to help me back up."
"I'd be delighted to." Niall smiled and picked me up bridal style.
"Goodnight everyone." I waved.
A chorus of Bye Nikki's answered me and I smiled.
A Niall carried me up, I saw Harry giving me a weird and confused look.
I'll talk to him in the morning.
All I wanted to do right now is sleep.
Niall laid me in my bed and I smiled up at him gratefully.
"Thanks chap." I yawned yet again with a smirk.
"Chap?" Niall laughed. "Don't go English on me now!"
I laughed and pulled the covers on me. "Seriously thanks."
"My pleasure." He bent down and kissed me on the forehead where there were no stitches.
"Goodnight Princess." He murmured softly as he closed the door behind him.
"Night." I said and the door shut.
I was alone.
As I was falling asleep, I noticed an object on the floor beside my bed.
Curious as I was, I reached out from my bed and grabbed it.
I froze as my fingers closed around the rough hard surface.
It was the rock that had hit me.
I pulled it up onto my bed and stared at it.
As I studied it, I noticed something on it.
Writing!
But I didn't need light to read this large note.
The light of the moon was all I needed to read the two words engraved in on the rock:
Your Next
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A/N: Honestly, this wasn't a very good chapter.
I started fading on you towards the end, but I think it's mainly because I'm about to fall asleep.
I'm going to bed early tonight so...
And the laughing gas scene was weird...
But I've been on laughing gas before and it made me laugh like crazy...
I don't know why though... oh well...
But @Bugbear26 came up with the ship name of Hakki for all you Harry and Nikki fans!
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TRIVIA QUESTION:
Who kicked the soccer ball that almost broke Nikki's nose and caused her to go to the hospital?