Fear of Love
I'm Good
Scarlette's POV:
I woke with a start, and for a second forgot where I was. This wasn't the hospital. But then I remembered as Niall took a deep, soothing breath beside me.
His chest was still pressed again my back, his arms wrapped around me. I turned over, and saw he was awake.
"Morning love," he said, his usual greeting.
I smiled, leaving my head into his chest. He kissed my forehead.
"Want to get up? I invited the lads over today," he whispered into my hair. I nodded, kissing his chest.
We got up. Niall went upstairs to retrieve new clothing, leaving me standing wrapped in the bed sheet. Awkward.
"Um... Niall..." I said as he walked back in the room fully dressed. "I... don't have anything to wear... my old clothes are kind of..."
He laughed. "Sorry love, I forgot. There's guest clothes in the closet over there. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."
He turned and walked out. He looked so perfect. I sighed and turned away. How could my life change so dramatically so fast?
I went over to the closet, picking out a par of jeans and a t-shirt that looked about the right size. I went into the bathroom that was connected through a side door. I changed and washed my face, running a comb I found through my waist-length hair.
I headed out the door, down the hallway and into the kitchen. I was surprised to see the whole of One Direction already waiting for me.
"And there she is," said Louis, a cheeky smile on his face. "Niall was very worried about you whilst you were in the hospital, love."
"When d'you think she's gonna get out?" Zayne said in a fake Irish accent.
"I want to talk to Scarlette," Harry whined, again in Niall's voice.
"D'you think she's dead and they didn't tell me?" Louis mimicked.
I blushed and looked away.
"Liam," Niall said.
"Sorry," Liam laughed. "I'm staying out of this one."
Niall rolled his eyes. He was a the stove making pancakes, and each of the boys had some sort of drink in their hands.
"Fist pancakes done," Niall said, flipping it skillfully from the pan. "Scarlette? It's yours."
"Um, no thank you," I whispered. "I'm good."
Niall's POV:
I stared at her. She couldn't be starving herself again. She had gotten out of the hospital yesterday. They had had issues getting her to eat there, but she had eaten a little. Come to think of it, he had never seen her eat before.
No one else seemd to think her response was odd, except for Liam, who was looking at her with concern. His eyes flicked to her wrists, and widened a little, but he said nothing.
Louis, oblivious, laughed loudly. "I'm with you, love, his cooking is terrible."
Zayne and Harry laughed. Scarlette kept her eyes down, but she had begun wringing her hands, ever so slightly.
"Scar," I said again. "Have some. Eat."
She looked up at me, looking slightly scared. "No... no thank you," she whispered. "I'm not hungry."
I woke with a start, and for a second forgot where I was. This wasn't the hospital. But then I remembered as Niall took a deep, soothing breath beside me.
His chest was still pressed again my back, his arms wrapped around me. I turned over, and saw he was awake.
"Morning love," he said, his usual greeting.
I smiled, leaving my head into his chest. He kissed my forehead.
"Want to get up? I invited the lads over today," he whispered into my hair. I nodded, kissing his chest.
We got up. Niall went upstairs to retrieve new clothing, leaving me standing wrapped in the bed sheet. Awkward.
"Um... Niall..." I said as he walked back in the room fully dressed. "I... don't have anything to wear... my old clothes are kind of..."
He laughed. "Sorry love, I forgot. There's guest clothes in the closet over there. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."
He turned and walked out. He looked so perfect. I sighed and turned away. How could my life change so dramatically so fast?
I went over to the closet, picking out a par of jeans and a t-shirt that looked about the right size. I went into the bathroom that was connected through a side door. I changed and washed my face, running a comb I found through my waist-length hair.
I headed out the door, down the hallway and into the kitchen. I was surprised to see the whole of One Direction already waiting for me.
"And there she is," said Louis, a cheeky smile on his face. "Niall was very worried about you whilst you were in the hospital, love."
"When d'you think she's gonna get out?" Zayne said in a fake Irish accent.
"I want to talk to Scarlette," Harry whined, again in Niall's voice.
"D'you think she's dead and they didn't tell me?" Louis mimicked.
I blushed and looked away.
"Liam," Niall said.
"Sorry," Liam laughed. "I'm staying out of this one."
Niall rolled his eyes. He was a the stove making pancakes, and each of the boys had some sort of drink in their hands.
"Fist pancakes done," Niall said, flipping it skillfully from the pan. "Scarlette? It's yours."
"Um, no thank you," I whispered. "I'm good."
Niall's POV:
I stared at her. She couldn't be starving herself again. She had gotten out of the hospital yesterday. They had had issues getting her to eat there, but she had eaten a little. Come to think of it, he had never seen her eat before.
No one else seemd to think her response was odd, except for Liam, who was looking at her with concern. His eyes flicked to her wrists, and widened a little, but he said nothing.
Louis, oblivious, laughed loudly. "I'm with you, love, his cooking is terrible."
Zayne and Harry laughed. Scarlette kept her eyes down, but she had begun wringing her hands, ever so slightly.
"Scar," I said again. "Have some. Eat."
She looked up at me, looking slightly scared. "No... no thank you," she whispered. "I'm not hungry."
11/17/13