Part 2

Liam P.O.V

My phone call with Niall certainly could have gone better. Maybe I should call him back, and apologise. No, I can’t do that. Then he’ll think he has the upper hand and can get away with anything he does. I reached for my phone, still not having made my mind up. I twirled it around in my hands, almost pressing the call button, but then retracting my finger, and starting all over again.

“Liam,” I heard someone say, looking up to inspect the voice. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know Zayn. I need to call him back, but then I feel weak. It feels like I’m letting him win,” I reply, staring down at my hands.

“You need to call him back. It was bad that you went off at him, but I’m sure he will understand once you explain it to him. You know, tell him how you actually feel about him,” he said, coming to sit down beside me.

“I want to Zayn, you know I want to. But it’s not that easy.”

“How is it not that easy? You’ve spent the whole time you got back to England cooped up in this apartment, thinking about how you left things with Niall. Sure you screwed up badly; I’m not saying that you didn’t. But I am saying that you need to call him and fix this, before there is no way that either of you can salvage any kind of relationship,” Zayn said, placing his hand on my shoulder.

He was right of course, he always was. The longer I left it like this the worse it would be, not just for us, but for the whole band.

“Alright, Zayn. I’ll call him now,” I replied.

We sat there, me staring at my phone again. And Zayn being a source of support. Knowing that if I didn’t do it now, I never would. So I pushed the call button and listened to the phone ring.

And ring.

“Hello?” That was not the familiar Irish twang I was used to. I didn’t speak for a second, startled by Niall not answering his own phone. I thought it’s probably one of the other guys he’s been fucking. I was starting to feel angry again.

“Who is this?” the voice sounded completely exhausted, and annoyed that they had to ask twice. “If this is some kind of prank call you can fuck off now.” Wait, I knew that voice.

“Harry?” I said, unsure if I was right.

“Wait, Liam? Why are you calling Niall?” he asked, confused.

“I was calling to apologise, he called me earlier and I yelled at him. I told him I never wanted to hear from him again,” I replied.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Again, Liam? What the fuck is your problem? Do you just love kicking him while he’s down, or do you have a deeper problem than that? Do you hate him? Is that it?” He yelled into the phone.

“Whoa, Harry. Calm down, tell me what’s wrong,” I said, trying to get his voice down to a normal tone. The line was quiet as I waited for a response. I heard a soft noise, a noise which sounded almost like someone crying. But why would Harry be crying? “Harry, tell me what’s going on right now!” I said to him firmly.

The crying sound increased. “It’s Niall, Liam.” He got out between choked sobs.

The worse feeling came over me. What was Harry saying? Why can’t he get his words out properly and give me a full sentence. “We’re at the hospital, I ah-,” The phone dropped from my hands as I feared the next words that would come out of Harry’s mouth. Zayn quickly picked up the phone and held it to his ear.

“Harry, its Zayn. Tell me what’s happened,” he said quickly.

I could still hear Harry’s voice clearly.

“Zayn, its Niall. I found him two hours ago in our hotel room. He had swallowed a bunch of pills and cut his wrists. He was on the floor unconscious. I took him to the hospital, but I don’t know what to do. What do I do, Zayn?” his voice was panicked.

“Did they tell you how he’s doing? Are you with him now?” Zayn asked his eyes watery.

“I’m in the waiting room at the hospital they won’t let me see him. They said he’s in a critical condition. He’s in a coma, Zayn. A fucking coma. I mean, do you actually know anyone who’s ever been in a coma, that’s not on TV. It’s kind of funny really,” Harry sounded hysterical. “But they said they don’t know when he will wake up, or if he will. We just have to wait and see.”

“Harry, I’m going to get Simon to put us all on a plane, and we’ll be there as soon as we can, I promise. But as you know it will be awhile. Are you fine to handle this for a while until we get there?” Zayn, asked more calmly.

“I’ve been the one handling it for the past two weeks, because you all left. I don’t want any of you here, but I’m sure Niall would, so just hurry. And tell Liam, that if I see him, he will be sorry,” he finished, and the line went dead.

Zayn handed my phone back to me. “Well it looks like it might be too late for that apology. You heard all that?”

All I could do was nod.

“Pack your things, I’ll go tell Louis and then we’ll call Simon. We are going back to Australia.” He said, as he walked out of the apartment.

Harry P.O.V

I paced the waiting room, waiting for a doctor to come give me an update on Niall’s condition. I can’t believe that Liam did this, again. It’s like he just wasn’t done with hurting Niall and he had to go that one step further, that one step that pushed Niall over the edge. Liam didn’t deserve to know what was going on with Niall, but I had to tell someone. I couldn’t handle this, not on my own, maybe not even with other peoples help. But I needed to tell someone. The press hasn’t found out yet, but it’s only a matter of time before they do, especially with how often Niall has been in the papers. They’ve all been waiting for something like this to happen for weeks now.

People were staring at me strangely as I walked back and forth across the room, each of them hoping for some sort of news about their loved ones. But I couldn’t even feel sorry for them. All I could think about was Niall laying in that room, all I wanted to do was see him. Someone tapped gently on my shoulder and I turned around, it was the doctor on Niall’s case.

“Doc, how is he? Is he awake?” I asked her quickly, not allowing her to get a word in.

“Please Harry, calm down. Niall is still unconscious, that hasn’t changed,” she said.

“Well then what good are you? Make him wake up!” I said angrily at her.

“Harry, I know you don’t mean what you’re saying. I realise that you are upset, we get that a lot. But I came to tell you that you can go and sit with him now. I think he needs people. Just go talk to him,” she finished.

“Oh thank you doc,” I said, calming down. “I’m sorry,” she just smiled and led me to his room, opening the door and allowing me to walk inside.

It was hard to spot Niall amongst all the machines that were crowding him. I walked over to the side of the bed and sat down in the chair. He looked so fragile. The doctor had said the tube in his mouth is helping him to breath. But it looks like it’s doing more harm to him than good. I reached under the blanket for Niall’s hand and squeezed it tightly. I turned it over, seeing the white bandages that covered his wrist, knowing what they were hiding. I couldn’t handle this, seeing him like this was devastating. His breathing was slow and even, as I watched the rise and fall of this chest. He looked peaceful, the longer I stared at him. No one can hurt him now, I thought to myself. The worst has already happened, so there is nothing left that can hurt him. This thought made me feel better, at least for a little while.

I awoke to the sound of whispers that filled the small hospital room. I lifted my head from Niall’s leg to see that the intruding whispers belonged to Louis, Zayn and Liam, who all stood awkwardly at the end of the bed, staring at Niall and me.

“How is he Harry?” Louis asked me, coming over to me, and resting his hand on my shoulder.

“The doctors put a tube in his mouth to help him breathe. They say we just have to wait until he wakes up, if he ever does. But the longer he stays in the coma, the higher the risk of brain damage. That’s why he has to wake up, he has to wake up now,” I said, squeezing Niall’s hand.

“Harry, I’m so sorry,” Louis replied.

“Why are you apologising to me? Why is everyone apologising to me? None of you did anything to me. You should all be apologising to Niall. Or are you all so guilty that you can’t even do that? You all treated him like shit when he needed you the most. I stayed. I’m the only one that stayed,” I said angrily.

“Harry, we didn’t know,” Zayn said.

“That’s not an excuse. You should have listened to him, you all should have just listened to him when he needed you,” I finally looked at them. “You all know what Niall’s like. He acts like nothing hurts him, like the things people do just bounce right off him. But he feels everything. He tries not to show it, but in the moments when that false persona fades and you see the real Niall, that you only catch a glimpse of if you are lucky, you wouldn’t have just left,” I finished.

“We wish so much that we could take that back, just rewind time and do it all again, but we can’t. We can’t change this Harry, and neither can you. So stop blaming yourself for this,” Louis spoke up again.

“Blame myself? You think that I think this is my fault?” I said, shocked. “I know this isn’t my fault, I was there for him, and I cared for him when no one else did. No, this is your guys fault. I blame you. And I blame Niall. He shouldn’t have done it. No matter how bad things got, he shouldn’t have tried to kill himself, I can’t forgive him for that. I thought he was getting better, but maybe I just saw what I wanted to believe. He should have just talked to me, I would have helped him. He knew that he could talk to me, but he didn’t. He chose to take the easy way out. I love him, but I can never forgive him for that. Even if he dies, I won’t ever forgive him,” I turned back to look at Niall, tears streaming steadily down my cheeks.

“Harry, I think you need a break. Come grab some lunch, Zayn or Liam will stay with him,” Louis said, placing his hand on my arm again, and pulling me to my feet.

I didn’t have the strength to argue. I just let Louis lead me out of the room, not even caring that Liam was the one who stayed with Niall.

Notes

okay, so here is another chapter.

I've decided to make the story two parts, because I feel like its getting too long. Part 1 is before Niall goes into the hospital and Part 2 is all about what happens afterwards.

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