Nialls POV
“What do you know Simon?” I ask with a serious face.
I’m in Simon’s office right now sitting in front of him. I came right after he called me.
“Niall, the security guards weren’t my idea.” He replied.
“Okay then who else could it have been?”
“Management.” He coldly retorted.
“Aren’t you kind of a part of management.” I ask suspiciously.
“Yes. Actually a few weeks ago they came up to me and pitched me the idea. They told me that they wanted you to get mobbed by fans on purpose, so you would get injured, which would be all over the news and tabloids. They wanted you guys to gain more publicity. I declined, but they went behind my back and went on with it anyway.”
I didn’t know what to say. Maybe my safety isn’t as important to other people as I thought. When they see me, all they see is money, instead of a human being. I sigh and put my hands through my hair.
“Niall, don’t worry. They’re all fired and that will never happen again. Did you get injured?” He asked a little concerned.
I pulled up my sleeves to show him the few cuts I had on my arms.
He nodded.
“I heard that your Elizabeth got hurt. Is she okay?”
I begin to play with my fingers trying to distract myself from my emotions.
I then slowly look up to him.
“Um… she’s not well.” I state. I feel if I go into more detail about what happened to her, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.
Simon notices how I’m trying to hold it back and says nothing further.
“I hope she feels better.” He simply states.
I nod, thank him, and then leave.
I walk back to Steve’s car to see Steve sleeping once again.
I tap on his window, which causes him to wake up.
He yawns and unlocks the door.
“Tired?” I asked while chuckling a little.
He chuckles and nods.
“Where to now?” He asks.
“Back to the hotel. I’m going to take a quick shower and change my clothes. Then Harry will drive me back to the hospital, so I can see her again.” I retort.
“Okie doke.” He adds.
“By the way Steve, thank you.”
He gives me a soft smile.
“No problem.”
1 Hour later
I finished my shower and am now dressed. Harry is just lying in his bed staring at the ceiling.
“You okay lad?” I ask.
He turns his head to me and begins to sit up and get out of his bed.
“Yup I’m fine. You ready?” he questioned.
I know there’s something bothering him, but he obviously doesn’t want to talk about it now, so I drop it.
“Ya let’s go.” I reply.
He grabs his keys from the coffee table and we head out.
In Harry’s car
Harry isn’t saying a word. He doesn’t even have the radio on. Even though his eyes are on the road, he looks distracted. The car is completely silent.
“Niall if you don’t mind me asking, why is Eli at the hospital?” he asks out of nowhere.
I don’t know what to say. Why does he even care? He hates her.
He notices how I haven’t said anything and clears his throat.
“Look, if you don’t want to say it, I und-“
“No it’s fine, I was just thinking for a second, sorry.” I comment.
He then waits for me to answer his question.
“Well, I was being mobbed by fans, and she forced herself through them to protect me.” I begin.
It’s starting to get hard for me to continue explaining. I feel as if there’s cement in my throat.
“And the fans saw how she was walking me back to the hotel. They threw rocks at her and kicked her sides very hard… She…She even fell… but she got up and continued to walk me to the hotel while her whole body was wrapped around mine, so no one would touch me. When we finally reached it….the hotel… They…They pulled her back and h-h-her head hit… the ground.”
I hear myself began to sniffle.
“She was in so much pain Harry… But she…she didn’t give up on me.” I add.
Harry glanced over at me and saw how I was sniffling and then turned his eye back to the road.
We were in silence the rest of the ride to the hospital.
At the hospital
We’re walking down the hall at the hospital to Eli’s room.
Harry decided to get down with me for some reason.
I glance at him to notice how he’s staring at each door as he walks past them.
Both hands are in his pockets. He seems nervous.
I’m about to ask him what’s wrong with him until he spots her room number and walks inside.
When I walk inside I notice Harry slowly walking towards her bed. He walks to her side and just observes her. No emotion or reaction on his face.
I walk up to the other side of her bed and notice how there’s now even more technology, but this time it’s connected to her.
Many small, thin tubes are connected to her arms and mouth. The heart monitor that is next to her is the only sound that is in the room.
I look at Harry again who is across from me on the left side of her bed. He’s still staring at her. I wonder what he’s thinking about.
He then once again unexpectedly speaks.
“Why is there a bandage wrapped around her head?” he asks.
“Um. Her skull cracked a little and they had to give her stitches… She’s in a um…coma…” I answer.
I notice his eyes widen a little at my words. He then glances back at Eli and then to me again.
“You’re sleeping here right?” he asks.
I nod my head and point to the chair in the corner of the room.
He looks over at Eli one more time and heads to the door.
“I’ll pick you up in the morning tomorrow so we can head to the studio. I’ll bring you a change of clothes too.” He quietly says.
“Ya that will be fine, see ya.” I say while saluting him.
He salutes back and disappears.
What was going on in Harry’s head?
One month later
I haven’t slept in a bed in about a month. To be honest I haven’t really even slept at all.
Eli hasn’t woken up yet. I keep on having nightmares about a shadow taking Eli away from me. I miss her calming voice, her sparkly dark brown eyes, her loud adorable laugh, her tight hugs, and just her. It’s heart breaking to see how she can’t even eat correctly. The nurses feed her through a tube. The back of her head is shaved off since they had to stitch it, but it’s growing back slowly. She still looks beautiful in my eyes though.
This has been the longest and toughest month of my life. I told my mum what happened, and she has been calling me every day to comfort me. She told me that she thinks Eli is a hero and that she will one day like to even meet her. That means a lot to me. I would love my mum to meet Eli. I know they would like each other quickly.
Even though my mum has been trying to comfort me, it’s still hard; seeing Eli’s body unconscious every day. I feel as if I’m just staring at a beautiful statue.
I glance at my watch and see how it’s three in the morning. I can’t sleep. Ofcourse.
I sigh and look around the room. The room is surrounded with hundreds of roses. I don’t know who sent them. Everyday a new bouquet of roses is sent to this room. At first I thought it was a mistake, but the nurses say that the flowers were sent specifically to this exact room and specifically to Eli. When I ask the nurses if they know who has been sending them, they ignore my question. I think it’s the hotel, but why would they do it anonymously?
I shrug at the thought and just enjoy the view. I think Eli will be so happy when she sees them. Even though there from an anonymous source, at least it brightens up the place, as well as cover the smell of antibiotics.
I get out of the chair and stretch my back. This chair is really uncomfortable, but it’s worth it. I want to be the first one to see Eli when she wakes up.
I have to pee.
I walk to the mini bathroom in the room. Since no one uses it, it’s fine for me to use.
As I’m washing my hands, I hear moving and groaning. I quickly walk out of the bathroom.
Nothing. Wow, I really need sleep. I’m starting to hear things.
While I’m walking back to the chair, I hear something again and turn around.
I’m in complete shock.
Even though it’s only a short distance away from the chair, I run to Eli’s bed.
“Eli.” I whisper with a huge smile on my face.
She groans and cups her eyes. Obviously not used to the brightness of the room yet.
“Niall.” I hear her say faintly.
I begin to feel tears build in my eyes.
I softly and slowly hug her and cry into her chest.
She hugs me back very weakly.
“N-niall why are you crying?” She asks concerned.
“You just don’t know how amazing it is to hear your voice again.” I comment while wiping away my tears.
“The back of my head is killing me.” She says while rubbing the back of her head.
Her eyes suddenly widen and she turns to me with fright in her eyes.
“What the hell happened to my hair!?” She screams.
She then un cups her eyes and begins to look around.
“Niall why are there so many roses and why is my arm in a sling and- WHAT’S GOING ON!?”
She screams with panic.
I hold her hand and begin to stroke it to calm her down. She looks down at my hand confused and then stares into my eyes.
I feel myself blush, but I don’t look away. I haven’t seen those big brown eyes in a month.
Her face suddenly softens and a tear rolls down her cheek. She lets go of my hand and rolls up my long sleeves.
“What are you doing?” I ask her confused.
“Niall I remember what happened. Are you okay?” Her eyes then widen and she begins to cry even more when she spots the cuts I have.
“Oh Ni. It’s all my fault. If I was there sooner, they wouldn’t have hurt you.” She states while sobbing.
Her comment puts me in complete shock and sadness. Has she even seen how injured she is?
“Eli your fault? Do you even know what they did to you? How can you even say that I-“
She pulls me into a hug, kisses my forehead, and looks at her hands.
“You’re the most important person in my life right now. I can’t let anything happen to you, if they did anything worse to you I- I”
I wipe her tears with my thumb and slowly lift up her chin so she can look at me.
“Eli I-“
“Elizabeth we heard you scream and came as quickly as we could.” A nurse says.
She then walks up to Eli and pushes me aside.
“How do you feel?” She asks her.
“Well the back of my head hurts a lot, and my ribs feel numb.” Eli faintly replies.
“Don’t worry sweetie, that’s just the pain killing medication we injected in you earlier.”
Eli nods.
“The doctor is on his way.” She states.
The nurse then turns to me.
“Sweetie you’re going to have to leave. The doctor has to check up on her and-“
“No!” I hear Eli say in the background.
The nurse turns around to face her.
“I won’t take any more medication unless he stays here with me.” She demands.
The nurse looks conflicted and sighs.
“Fine he can stay, but you have to stay in the corner over there.” The nurse states while pointing to the chair in the corner.
I nod in understanding and walk up to Eli.
“Don’t worry I won’t leave alright?” I reassure her with a soft smile.
She smiles back and slowly nods.
I suddenly feel butterflies begin to explode in my stomach.
Welcome back.
ELIS POV
According to Niall, I have been in a coma for about a month. I found out that he has been sleeping here every night. I can’t believe he would do that. He does unnecessary things sometimes.
After I woke up from the coma, the doctor told me that I have to stay in the hospital for about another month. My skull hasn’t completely healed. Speaking of that, I can’t believe they shaved off the hair on the middle of the back of my head. Niall says that it’s hardly noticeable, but I know that he’s just trying to be nice. When I get out of here the first thing I’m going to do is get extensions to cover that up.
Since my arm is fractured, when I get out it’s going to be in a cast. I didn’t even notice how injured I actually am until recently. The pain is unbearable. It was worth it though. He’s not badly injured and that’s all that matters.
When I woke up I was surrounded by hundreds of roses. I thought Niall was the one that sent them, but he said it wasn’t from him, but from some anonymous person. Weird.
Right now I’m lying in my hospital room alone. After a long time of convincing, Niall finally agreed to go back to the hotel and actually sleep in a bed. He brought me a cd player and there first album. I’ve never heard it before and I like Niall’s voice so I decided to listen to it.
Right now my eyes are closed and I’m listening to the song Same Mistakes. So far there album is great. The melody is soft and beautiful. The song is interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Niall I told you to sl-“
“It’s not Niall sweetheart.” I hear a deep british voice say.
My mood almost automatically lowers in happiness.
I see the tall curly haired boy walk in with a stupid grin on his face.
He’s wearing a black T-shirt that says Hipsta Please on it, Blue denim jeans, and black converse.
“Harry please. I’m in a lot of pain and I really don’t need any more.” I say.
He walks to the CD player and stops it.
“Someone’s a directioner huh?” He states with a smirk.
I don’t answer him. Instead I just freeze and wait for the insults that are about to come.
He walks up to me and sits in a tiny space next to me at the edge of my bed.
His smirk disappears and he begins to just stare at me.
I look into his eyes and notice how they’re green. Why is he staring at me? He’s probably trying to come up with an insult.
“Harry please the anticipation is killing me. Can you just get it over with?”
I begin to sniffle but quickly hold back my emotions of sadness within me so he won’t use them against me.
“I was wrong about you.” He whispers.
I feel my mouth begin to open. Words are trying to come out, but they are unsuccessful in doing so.
“I’m so sorry Elizabeth. I’m a complete jerk.” He says while turning away. He can’t look me straight in the eye.
I begin to observe him myself. His face is in his hands. Is he crying? I don’t know why but his crying is actually making me feel guilty. I try to brighten up the mood.
“Harry come on. You weren’t a complete jerk. You were more of a smidge.”
He then lifts his face and begins to chuckle. He then wipes his tears and then looks at me again, but this time with a smile.
He stares into my eyes again and I stare into his.
I begin to observe his face again and I pay attention more to his features. He has pink lips, a joyful smile, long dark eyelashes, and the most adorable di- wait a second. Did I just say adorable…
I feel my face begin to heat up. Wait why is it heating up all of a sudden? My confusion I’m guessing amuses Harry because he’s laughing.
“Am I making you nervous?” he says with the same stupid grin he always has.
“Um no. Why would- um no.” I reply stupidly.
I mentally face palm and I feel my face begin to heat up again.
I take a glance at Harry who’s face is even closer to mine. He’s still staring at me and I suddenly feel the urge to look away.
“Aww am I making little Eli blush? Don’t worry sweetheart, you’re not the first.”
Blushing? What? I never blush! Ever! Even Niall knows that I never blush.
“I thought I told you to stop calling me sweetheart.” I defend.
“Really? I actually think you like it when I call you that.” He replies with a cheeky grin.
“Well you’re wrong.” I add.
He then moves his face so close to mine that our noses are touching.
“I don’t think I am sweetheart.” He whispers while smiling.
I feel his hot breath on my face and my stomach begins to twist inside.
“You need a breath mint Styles.” I say.
He chuckles and gets off my bed.
“Well I got to go sweet heart. Next time I’ll come with a bottle of breathe spray with me just in case.” He states while wiggling his eyebrows.
I feel my cheeks heat up once again and I quickly point towards the door.
“Leave!” I demand.
He laughs and walks to the door. When he’s about to leave he quickly spins around.
“By the way I hope you enjoyed the flowers.” He says while winking.
Curly finally then leaves and I can’t help but feel sad and happy at the same time.
I’m happy because he finally left, but I’m also sad because….he finally left.
Damn what’s wrong with me?

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