Dear One Direction

Georgia's POV

I thanked the doctor and then rushed into Niall's hospital room. He was sitting on the bed, the stiff, uncomfortable bed, and looking out the window. He was looking down at the fans, the paps, anyone who was lined up in front of the gate of the hospital. Tears looked like they were streaming down his cheeks, and he touched the window gently.

"Niall?"

He turned around, and yes, indeed, he was crying. He sniffles a but, and I hands him a tissue.

"Georgia, it hurts," he said, touching the spot on his neck that the bullet went into. I nodded.

"I know, and you lost a lot of blood."

"I feel so weak," he said, slumping into the bed. hi eyes had dark rings around them, and were sunken into his skull.

"What if they can't fix me," he looks up at me with widened eyes. "What if they don't have enough blood to spare me? Will I die, then?"

I reach out and touch his hand. He looks back down at the fans.

"What will happen to them," he says. "And the boys, and my mum, and Greg, and baby Theo?"

"We'll have to wait an see, Niall," I say softly. "Your life is in the hands of The Lord now. Pray to him and he will hear you."

He looks back at me, and does the last thing I'd expect him to do. He smiles.

"Thank you, Georgia." I shrug.

"You'll be fine, Niall. Really. We'll all pray to The Lord that you will be fine and better than ever." I smile back at him, and just then, the doctors come in.

I stand up an back away from Niall's bed so they can take him out.

"I love you, Georgia," he calls. I am momentarily stunned, but as he is leaving the doorway, I call out,

"I love you too, Niall."

Notes

Awww, such a sappy chapter. So I'm thinkin of a few more chapters and diary things, and then a sequel.

Heres the question:

if I make a sequel, will you guys read it?

im not going to make a sequel nobodies' gonna read, so..