For Your Eyes Only

Niall’s POV
“You’re mine now.”
“I-I’ve always b-been yours.”
I woke slowly, remembering the events of… when we were at the hospital. What time was it? I shifted around until I realized Annie was sprawled out over my chest, holding my shoulders like a pillow. I shoved down a laugh, not wanting to wake her up, and reached for my phone on the nightstand. Almost got it…
“Dude, that was so-”
“Shoot, guys back up.”
“Sh! Annie’s sleeping!”
The awkward shuffling from just inside the door stopped for a second as the boys saw us on the farthest of the two beds. I glared at them, knowing I probably would have killed them if they’d woken her up.
“Guys, shut up! Liam, you look like crap. Go lay down for a bit,” I whispered. He nodded and proceeded to collapse onto the first bed, curling into fetal position. Harry noticed my hand reaching for my phone and came around to hand it to me as Louis quietly pulled the blackout curtains shut, leaving us in relative darkness. It was after 6 P.M. Gosh, I was hungry, but I really, really didn’t want to wake Annie. “Where’d you go off to?” I asked in a hushed tone.
“We got Annie something to, like, show her how much we love her, you know?” Louis replied.
“We bought her a bouquet of flowers… a hundred of them,” Harry said proudly. “Or, I did. Liam threw up and Louis babysat him.” I laughed quietly, picturing the trio in a flower shop. What a bunch of idiots.
“She’s so beautiful…” I mumbled, stroking her hair. I could feel her gentle breath fanning over my chest as she nuzzled into it, gripping my shoulders. She grunted softly and dragged her left hand up around the back of my neck before settling back into her deep sleep.
“Man, you’re luckier than you know. She really loves you,” Louis whispered. I brought my eyes to his and saw the sincerity in them. He was truly happy for me. They all were. That meant everything to me, that they cared for her. I didn’t think I could choose one over the other if they didn’t.
“Lads, what if I can’t help her someday? What if she freaks out and-and stops breathing or something and I can’t make it stop?” I gushed. I was so afraid of not being enough to help her. I was so afraid that maybe I wouldn’t be able to be there for her because of work or something.
“Niall,” Liam slurred, half asleep and pushing himself up to face me. “You’re such a bloody idiot,” he began. I was shocked, not used to something like that from him. I glanced at the others in confusion.
“He’s on medication,” Harry whispered. I made an ‘Oh’ shape with my lips before looking back to Liam.
“She loves you, mate, and even if we told her what a d-bag you can be sometimes, she’d give us a nice hearty slap in the face and tell us to screw off. She won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. So stop worrying that you’re not good enough and everybody shut up so I can get some sleep.” And that was that.

Notes

He's on medication.