Day Dreams (Louis Tomlinson)

~*Niall's POV*~
It's been about a week since I found Crystal- That's not her name. I don't know her name. She's been using a fake name this whole time. They've tried to find her name, but they would have to ask her when she wakes up. And she hasn't woken up yet. I've visited her the most, being in her room nearly all day, nearly every day. Louis is taking care of Harry and Liam, because Zayn has gotten over his cold. Liam now has the flu, and Harry is getting better. He's resorted to a cold. I really want Crystal, or whatever her name is, to wake up, because I need an explanation on what is going on. I had her delicate hand wrapped in mine, and the steady beeping of the heart monitor the only real sound in the empty room. I spent many days like this, just sitting here, her hand in mine, listening to the steady beating of the heart monitor. I've learned to get used to the steady beeping. It was like conversations. You can't hear it unless you listen. Every day I hope she wakes up, and she'll see my smiling face when she opens her eyes. I quietly hummed Truly, Madly, Deeply over and over again, f-for no reason, that is! It's a good song we sang, that's all.
"Truly, madly, deeply I am
foolishly completely falling
and somehow you kicked all my walls in
So baby say you'll always keep me
Truly, Madly, crazy, deeply in
Love
With
You.." I quietly sang to myself.

I sighed, sitting in room 214.

"You know, you're a great singer.." I heard a sleepy voice murmur.
"You're awake?" I asked, standing up.
"Y-Yeah.. what happened?" She asked me.
"Well.. I found you out in the snow, and you passed out on me. I took you here, and they said you have a very severe case of pneumonia.. and you're also very anorexic." I told her.
"Anything else?" She asked.
"Yeah. When they tried to look you up, there was no Crystal Leafa in record." I said, "Care to explain?"
Her eyes were wide, and she looked scared. I felt bad, but I had to know the truth.

"You got me." She said.

"What do you mean?" I asked her.
"My name isn't Crystal Leafa. It's a fake name. I made it up when I ran away, so my father couldn't find me.. Ever since my mum died, he abused me until I ran away. My real name is Crissy Sakine." She said, letting out a shaky breath.
"Why were you sleeping in that alley way?"
"I.. I didn't want you to know.." Crissy said, looking at her lap, "I thought you would think I'm a freak.."
"Know what?"
No response.
"Know what, Crissy." I said, a little sterner then I intended.
No response again.
"Crissy, tell me!" I said, once again, much more stern then intended.
"I didn't want you to know I was homeless!! There, are you happy?!" She shouted, her eyes glassy.
"C-Crissy--"
"Don't call me that... my name isn't Crissy anymore. It's Crystal, and it will stay as Crystal. The only time my real name is revealed is if I get a drivers license or something that requires my actual name. Other than that, my name is Crystal Bree Leafa. Got it?" She said, sending a death glare at me.
She looked shaken, ashamed, but infuriated at the same time. We just kinda sat in silence for a bit, before I spoke up.
"Why?" I simply said.
"Why, what." She said, venom dripping from her words.
"Why didn't you just tell us? We would've helped you, Crystal.."
"Because I doubt you would've. I'm just some homeless girl with an impossible dream. I don't deserve it, either." She said.
She ran her hand through her hair, and that's when I noticed something on her wrist. I saw pale lines running across her skin from her wrist, to her inner elbow. I stood up, and took her wrist in my hand, and examined it.
"Crystal.. why--"
"I was depressed. I was worthless. That was from 3 years ago, Niall. I'm done with self harm. I was 17. That was the past, and yes, I have scars. Just get over it. They will be there forever, so deal with it." She said, her voice shaky as if remembering a terrible memory.
"C-Crystal, it's okay. You can do what you want, but there is one thing that you will do." I told her, staring into the depths of her forest green eyes.
"And what is that.." She said, breaking the gaze we held.
"You're living with us."
~*Crystal's POV*~
I was still trying to register what he just told me.
Live with them?
"Is that a good idea, Niall?" I asked him, locking our gaze again.
We stared into eachother's eyes for a bit, me getting lost in his ocean blue eyes.
"Yes. I'm positive. You will be safer, and you won't live on the street.. speaking of which, how long have you lived outside.." He asked me.
"Uhm.. for t-two years.. I used to live at Coca's.. I would sleep in the bathroom.. but when it went under construction... I had to leave and sleep outside. I-I had no blankets, and I only had one hoodie.. I hadn't eaten in 3 weeks, living off of snow as my hydration. It was terrible, Niall... I never want to go back to that..." I said.
I tried rubbing my eyes, and then I had realized Niall was holding my hands. I felt my face heat up, and I jerked my hands back.
"You really thought that.. we would abandon you?" Niall asked me.
"Well, you guys are super famous, so it would be weird if you had an ex-homeless girl living with you.."
"That doesn't matter. You could become famous with us! You're an amazing singer, Crystal. And.. since Crystal isn't your real name, it can be your stage name." He said, getting excited.
"Yeah. I guess that would be cool.." I said, "When do I get to get out of this jail?" I asked.
"The nurse said a week after you wake up, so next week." Niall told me.
"Well, you should probably get going home."
"No. I want to stay here with you. You'd be all alone, plus, Liam has the flu and Harry has a cold. Louis and Zayn are there. I don't like being in a house with a sick person in it."
"Then how do you stand hospitals?"

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