Death Track

I was in a hospital, not even knowing what for. Yes I passed out, but I had that before. Then I would lay in a bed, and then I would wake up. Not with wires all over me, and a sobbing Niall beside me. That makes a question pop into my head, are there many girls outside? Not for me of course, but for the world famous Niall horan. I mean which directioner wouldn't wait outside a hospital. It's a place for happiness and that's why he would be here. Note my sarcasm. Well someone could be pregnant. Or over win a disease. but mainly...

"You're awake" he repeats, coming towards me. He had a look of determination in his eyes. He gave me a hug, and then looked straight into my eyes. He picked up my hand in his huge one. I looked up at him, blinking twice. He had red puffy eyes, and they were still fresh. Okay that sounded weird, even in my head.

"How long was I out? One day two days, a week?" Okay that was maybe a bit extreme, but come on I wanted to know, you would too. Niall didn't answer, he looked down at his hand, and played with the tops of my fingers. Was he nervous to answer? Why? it couldn't be that bad right?

"Four weeks." He mumbled. Four weeks. He was still nervous, but was now looking at me, trying to find something what would give away a clue about how I felt. I didn't belief him, I just didn't want to belief it. I was out for four weeks, what happend? Why was I gone for such a long time? Why was Niall still crying over something what happened four weeks ago? I looked up, to find Niall's watery eyes.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't wake you up, I'm sorry you had to loose four weeks of your life, I'm sorry that Elle almost killed you, I'm so sorry we weren't there in time, I'm sorry for not being there for you, I'm sor-" Niall thought it was al his fault, my heart started to beat faster at the idea. He cared for me.

"Niall." I cut him off, after he rambled on about how sorry he was. I was flattered really, even more then that, the butterflies wouldn't stop flying around in my stomach. I giggled, and pulled him into a hug again.

"I'm sorry for leaving you." I pulled back, and looked into his big blue orbs. "You don't have to be sorry for anything, you being here makes it al better." His smiled grew, and he pecked my cheek. My cheeks heat up, and I quickly fall back into my pillow, before he sees my cheeks. That would be even more embarrassing.

"She is awake." A nurse came in with a doctor. "Carmen Midland?" He asked, looking at his pencil.

"The one and only." I smirked, nodding my head. Why didn't they wake me up? A little bit of water could have helped. No just. joking. I couldn't wake up from a coma by water, it would be awesome if that was a solution. '19 year old finds cure for comas all round the world. Just a tad bit water and you're awake. No more crying and your loved one it awake.' Okay that would never work.

"We are going to do some tests, and then you're off to go. Would everyone else please leave the room. It will take a few." He motioned for Niall to get out of his chair. Niall shot me a worried look, I nodded with a tight smile. Niall walked out the hospital room, leaving me alone with the doctor.

"Let's get started." He held out a needle, and everything went black again.

"Niall." I giggled, seeing him shirtless. He winked at me, and we both cracked up. "Why are you even here?" I asked referring to the pool party.

"Couldn't let you go all alone now, could I." His eyes scanned me, and stopped at my exposed stomach. I felt quite insecure about my body right now. Specially when Niall watched me, firstly he is my crush, secondly he is everyone's crush. Well almost everyone's. Who would not want to date Niall Horan.

"And why couldn't I-" before I could even finish my sentance, I was cut of by high pitched girly giggles. I looked up, and found number one slut of our school, hanging onto Niall. She pressed herself onto him, and it almost looked like she would just shove her tong down his throat. I rolled my eyes annoyed. She brushed her hand against his abs, and giggled.

"Oops." She held her hand for her mouth, and muffled another giggle. The other girls around him, giggled too. I looked up at Niall, but he didn't seem to care. He even seemed to enjoy it.

"You better go away, he isn't in your league, he more is." She pointed to one of the dorks in our school, and her gang laughed at me. I scowled, and walked away. I walked towards the dork, knowing they would love it.

"Hey." I waved, for some attention form the guy. "I'm Carmen. You?" The guy fumbled nervously with the hem of his shirt. He looked down.

"I-I-I'm J-Jordy. But w-why w-would a p-pretty girl l-like you w-want to k-know my n-name?" Great he likes stuttering. I giggled, and Jordy looked at me weirdly.

"I don't know. I guess I'm in for some change. Thanks for calling me pretty." The guys face lit up, and I giggled again. That Carmen Midland could make a guy so happy, just by talking to him.

"S-so that means y-you w-would date me?" He asked, less stuttering than before. I smiled and nodded. I wrapped my arms around his neck, placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pushed him down to my level. And smashed my lips onto his. He first seemed a bit shocked, that I actually kissed him. I pulled back and chuckled.

"Just see that as a yes. See ya later boyfriend." I kissed his cheek, and winked walking back from where I came from. The girls looked shocked at me, even Niall had wide eyes. But I didn't see shock in them, no it was more like jealousy. Haha Carmen for the thousandth time. HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU spelling with capital letters.

"What he was more in my league, wasn't he, besides he is really sweet. You should look at someone else, before almost shoving your tongue down my bestfriend's throat." I smiled sweetly.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that. You are finally in your league. It would be fitting if you would stay there. You don't fit with us, defiantly not with Niall. No matter how much you love him. There is no way he would love you back. No one would love you, not even that dork."

She smirked, but before she could say anything else I ran away. Away from the past repeating itself. The last time someone said that. The last time I wanted to hear it. The last time I planned on getting hurt.

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