I woke to the sound of something beeping, it was awfully loud and my head felt like it was going to explode.
I peered through my eyes to be greeted with a very bright light above me. I looked around to see that I was in what looked to be a hospital room.
There was a vase of red roses placed on a side table to my right, my eyes drifted to the left to see a sleeping Niall Horan in a recliner a few feet away from me.
My heart jumped out of my chest, what the hell was going on?
The last thing I remembered was Emmett and I getting told we had fake concert tickets for the one direction concert.
Now I was in the same room as Niall Horan!
I slowly sat up on the stale hospital bed and a sharp pain shot through my skull, I gasped out in agony and fell back onto the pillow.
"Scarlett! You're awake!" A familiar voice sounded from the door, I looked over to see a concerned Emmett darting for me.
He took my hand in his and kissed my forehead gently.
"I'm so glad you're okay!" He spoke softly, I was so confused.
"What's going on?" I asked roughly, he smiled.
"I'm sorry that would be my bad." I was startled by the familiar Irish accent that spoke up from my other side.
I looked over to see Niall staring down at me with how ocean eyes. I was about to have a meltdown.
"We were walking around back of the arena when Niall here ended up whacking you with a huge metal door. You've been out for almost three days  with a very severe concussion." Emmett spoke calmly.
I looked between the two of them in shock of what they were telling me.
"I'm sorry love, I felt so bad about all of this-" Niall began, but Emmett cut him off.
"So bad that he hasn't left your side once and has all of the medical bills covered!" Emmett gushed proudly, I shook my head in disbelief.
"You didn't have-" I started, Niall stopped me and took my hand in his.
"Trust me I wanted to." He spoke, I shivered in my skin.
Flash's of almost like memories began to flood my brain. I saw Niall and I kissing at my secret spot, then us at a bar and he confessed his love to me. Flashes of us on the bands tour bus, I had left my life behind.
Confusion took over and I stared blankly at the ceiling. It was almost like a different life.
A doctor walked in a couple seconds later and Niall took a seat back on the recliner, Emmett walked across the room and took a seat on a couch that was against the wall across from the bed.
"Hello, I'm dr Spencer. How are you feeling Miss Johnson?" She spoke, I sighed and winced as pain shot through my head again. 
"I'm alright." I told her softly, she smiled and read over my chart.
"You've taken quite the spill, you'll need to take it easy over the next week or so. I've sent a prescription for you to your pharmacy your friend here provided for me. It is very common for you to have had very vivid dreams while you were out. You may be a little confused over the next couple days, but it's all completely normal." She went on, I just watched her brown eyes and nodded appropriately.
"If you don't have any questions you should be discharged within the hour!" She told me directed to Emmett, he nodded.
The dr left the room and Emmett followed her out.
Niall got up from his chair again and crossed the room to me.
"May I?" He asked gesturing toward the edge of the bed, I nodded and he sat.
"I just wanted to say I'm so sorry, I really didn't think anyone was back there-" He began, I shook my head.
"You didn't do it on purpose, it's really okay. I just am very appreciative that you have stayed here and made sure I'm okay." I told him sincerely.
"Is there anything I can do for you, do you need anything?" He asked nervously as he twiddled his thumbs together in his lap.
I looked at his blonde hair done in its usual way, his eyes looked tired as if he hadn't slept in days.
"I'm okay, thank you." I responded shyly.
He met my gaze and grinned a small smile.
"I'm going to make this up to you somehow. I know I don't know you and I'm just a stranger to you, but I want to make this right." He spoke, I nodded in complete awe of his presence.
I couldn't believe what was happening. I had dreamed up this whole fantasy of us falling in love. Now that he was sitting there in front of me, I already felt like I knew him. I was awfully embarrassed at the fact that I had imagined us together, it's like I was just one of his little fan girls. Who was I kidding that's probably all he saw me as. Just another fan.