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Niall P.O.V.

I sat in the seat, my thoughts occupied by that one moment I held her cold body. Her lifeless cold body. The glass seemed like it had pinched her skin, puncturing it. It had once been flawless. A canvas that was softer than silk and was a luxury to have it seem. It was a luxury to hear Her voice now. She was a luxury now. Her lips had lost their plumpiness and fullness, they had lost their color now a blueish purple. They used to be as sweet as honey but now they are drier than a desert. They were pail, as a whole she was pail, completely pail.

I only looked down at my shirt only to see her blood stained all over. It was a stainless crisp white and now Her vibrant red blood had stained it. I swallowed hard at the sight and memories it brought back. My mind became full of thoughts that worried me and succumbed my fears about losing her and her being gone. Without her smile, the world seemed cruel. As I sat their awating the doctor to come, there was nothing. Not a peep, not a noise, not a single response.

I looked at my phone as my fingers trembled when I touched my phone. My heart was racing 100 mph and I was sweating. My nervousness was now evident all over me. I was a mess. My skin was pail and honestly I felt like the silence and minutes passing by was making me worse.  I hoped the boys would get here soon. I decided to go the restroom and wash my face with cold water. When the cold droplets hit my face and skin pores, I realized this wasn't a dream. It was more or so a nightmare. I looked up at the mirror, I had under circles and I looked really pale. I was hungry because my stomach wouldn't stop complaining, whining and growling echoing around the restroom.

I looked in the mirror again. I wouldn't have thought that today could go so bad. It was supposed to be amazing. I know we just met but fate brought us together at that tiny coffee shop and I am not leaving until I found out she's gonna be ok. I don't care if I have to leave my career or One Direction. If she isn't ok, I cant live with myself because I know I could've done something about it. I could've gone and picked her up. I could've but didn't, I'm an idiot. I focused on my blood stained shirt. Why decide to wear white today? It didn't matter. Nothing matters of she isn't here.

I wish I could've avoided this. I could've avoided this. My minds thoughts went again and again to that question. Who knew a simple question could bring you down to a negative level of sadness and anxiety? I tried working my mind around what could I have done to prevent this? I felt like this was my fault. As I looked at my face and reflection on the mirror, I felt guilty. Guilty as charge. I'm guilty and that's the consequence, Ruby's in the hospital. She is unconscious and injured, wounded with glass shards touching, puncturing her flawless skin. There was no doubt in my mind, it was my fault. There was no other way of stated. I'm guilty.

I returned to the lonesome and lonely bench where I awaited to hear about what had happened to her. I couldn't wait anymore, I was impatent. I got up and asked the lady at the desk since the doors briefly opened as she passed through taking her seat behind her desk. She had just came from behind the doors that kept me from her. Those doors. . .they were nerve-racking. I think I'm going to be sick. . . Nonetheless, I went to talk to the woman, she could have information. I need something. Something I can keep my mind on other than her. . .than her being in pain. If I could somehow calm down.  At least knowing that she will live or that she is breathing ok will calm my bloodshot nerves that are shaking more than ever now.

"Excuse me Maam, but do you know what is happening to the young woman who just came in about 35 minutes ago? She had a car accident." I stated briefly yet professionally.

The lady looked at her computer and then up at me, "Yes. Actually I was getting a personal file started about it. She is in surgery right now. I believe she is in critical. I am not able to pass through the surgery room or talk to the surgeon but I did ask a nurse and she said that she wasn't going to make it she would have gotten here later. It is a miracle she isn't dead. A hit of that capacity is very likely to kill, especially since she hit her head hard. Are you family?"

She seemed to realize who she was talking to when she looked up at me. She a middle aged women in her 50's maybe less. I couldn't care less as she said, "My, aren't that famous member of that boy band?"

No, I just happen to look like Niall Horan of One Direction. I answered respectively and nodded, "I just want to know if she is going to be ok."

The lady shrugged, "I'm not sure. The doctor will be the one answering those questions after surgery. I'm afraid you'll have to wait until then. . ."

I bit my lip getting more worried by what she had said, "How long will it take?"

I sounded desperate and I was. I couldn't explain it but it was a sensation of urgency. I urgently needed to know if she was going to be ok. If I was going to see her smile again or see those eyes roll back at me. To be able to touch her skin or kiss her lips. That's what I wanted to do right now more than anything.

This was top priority right now. She thought about the question answering a few moments later, " Maybe an hour. They need to make sure to stop the bleeding, check her bones, muscles and nerves, remove the glass, wrap the wounds, get her heart rate up, see if she has amnesia. . .I don't know any more than that. "

I nodded, "Thanks."

I sat back down. I held my stomach, hunger succumbing it and some of my thoughts. I held her locket tightly. I gulped as I rolled my heat back feeling the wall. I felt my phone vibrate. It was the Harry, "We are almost there. Hang in there mate."

It made me smile a little. I decided to look at the pictures we had taken together. Just to keep my min occupied on something. I looked at the one with me giving her a kiss on her cheek or the one where we were both smiling. They say a picture is more than a thousand words and its true. When i was with her, I couldn't care less about what people would or could say. Luckily, the paps didn't see her or it would be a field day and my manager would flip, but I still wouldn't give her up for anything, I decided to make that picture my screen lock so I wouldn't ever forget her. I wouldn't dare to.  I want her here with me but right now, that virtually impossible. I hope shes ok. I couldn't think of any other thing at the moment, It was just all her. She has made me selfish, ina good way. I remember Harry saying that he has never seen me angrier. I didn't know I could be that possessive. Well you learn new things everyday. I just feel brand new with her. I can be who I am, I don't have to be anyone or anything else but myself. That's what I intend to do. . .

As I feel the anxiety boiling inside me. Its inside me. My blood is boiling and bubbling with anxiety trying to rush enough blood to my head. I still couldn't fully comprehend what had happened, at least not while I'm here, alone. . .I couldn't avoid not thinking about what would happen next, I just couldn't. It was hard for me to believe that this wasn't going to change us. At least not my love for her. I wasn't sure about how she felt since I hadn't heard her voice all day. Anxiety. Anxiety is such a harsh word that impacts us all in many ways. This right now, is tearing me apart. I'm waiting for a sound, a single word about her condition and if she is going to be ok.

Is she going to die? No, Niall. You can't afford to think that way. Keep your hope. Keep your chin held up, for her. Do it for her. Is this life changing for her? I hope that because of me she isn't hurt. Just then my thoughts were disrupted by pitter patters echoing down the hall. Sounds like a group of people. I wonder? Could it be?

The louder the steps got, the more I heard voices until I heard my name, "Niall! Niall!"

I looked up to see the whole gang running towards me. They were all here. Taylor, Danielle, Eleanor, Perrie, Harry, Zayn, Liam, Louis, and Paul; They were all here. I stood up to greet them as Harry stopped at looked at my clothes.

"Niall, my god. You look. . ." Harry said before stopping.

Taylor came up beside me, "Niall, sit down and calm down. Your pale and hungry we assume."

I nodded before Zayn handed me a Burger King bag, "We thought so mate."

I smiled and thanked them, "Thanks guys. Thanks for being here with me. Thanks for coming for her."

Danielle replied, " Yeah Niall, of course. We are sorry this happened."

Liam asked worried, "What happened to your shirt? That isn't. . ."

Liam got serious before Eleanor asked, "N-niall, is t-that. . ."

I looked down at my shirt and nodded, "Yes. It is Eleanor."

Louis came up beside me, "Niall, that her blood all over your shirt, isn't it?"

I stayed quiet as Harry took off his vest while Zayn took off his black button up shirt since he had a blue shirt underneath.

Perrie gave me a hug, "I'm sorry. Its ok. Its ok, we will all be here for you and her. I'm sure she's a lovely person, right guys?"

Paul spoke up saying, "One of the nicest girls I've met."

Harry gave a tiny smile before saying, "Go change. We will be here."

I nodded and came back a few minutes later all changed out. I had the button up shirt tucked in my jeans and with the vest on top.  I noticed that some of my color on my face had returned, even more or so before after I ate when my stomach finally stopped its complaining and grumbling.

Louis asked putting his hand on my shoulder, "Better?"

I nodded, "Much better. My tank is full."

Liam joked, "You aren't you when your hungry?"

A small smile formed on my face as all of us squished ourselves onto one bench. Well mainly we were the cushions and the girls, well they sat on top of their dates, way to be resourceful guys.

I spoke up so everyone could hear me, "Thanks guys. I just hope that nothing horrible is waiting us behind that door."

Danielle smiled saying, "Whatever it is, we will all be right here beside you, right guys?"

Harry answered, "Right love. We will do our best to help you and her out."

Taylor chirped, "I will try to fly to see how she's recuperating. Stay strong Niall. That way you make her strong."

Louis added, "Indeed mate. If we all stay strong then it will be a platform for her. It will make her recuperation more comfortable and easier. Now we just wait for the doctor. It will be fine mate."

I couldn't help but tap my feet. I just couldn't keep still. It was killing me staying still and not worrying about her. How could I not? Even though we had just met, I felt a spark. Sometimes that spark is all you need to keep the hope and to keep going. That roaring spark is what is going to keep me going. It makes me feel instant butterflies in my stomach and my hearts starts pumping and beating faster than they ever have before. This one spark is what I needed. My spark keeps my hope and head held high. . . This spark is something special. . .

After a few minutes of nerveracking silence and wait, the doors opened making all of our heads shot up. Our eyes reached for the source of the sound. The man walked up to the woman I had spoke to earlier and then turned to us. The woman and him seem to have a small chat before he walked closer and closer to us, step by step. He was definetly a doctor having a chart in his hand a stethoscope around his neck. He looked at the paper on his chart and his notes from the looks of the reflection off his glasses.

The man cleared his throat and said sternly and in all seriousness, "We have a lot to get through and little time so we should probably get started. . . "