Just Another Fairy Tale

*Niall's POV*

I wake up. I'm pretty sure it's really early because the sun isn't up yet. I reach for my phone at the side table. I yawn and check the time. Oh my god. 5: 18 in the morning. I lay back and close my eyes. Trying to go back to sleep. As much as I want to go to sleep, I just can't. I look over at Amanda. I hate seeing her so beaten and broken. So fragile. I gently kiss her cheek and slowly get out of bed, trying not to wake up. I grab one of my small bags that hold my tooth brush, tooth paste and blades. I exit the room and go to the nearest washroom. I rinse my mouth and start brushing my teeth. Making sure I reach every inch of my mouth. I finish up and rinse my mouth again. I wipe my mouth and put away the tooth paste and took brush. I look at my reflection in the mirror for a bit. I decide I should make more cuts now that no one is looking. So, I remove my white shirt so it won't get stained.

I look over at my bag. I reach in for a blade. I look over my arms, wondering if I should just go over some of the cuts that are starting to heal, find new places of just not cut. I decide to go over old cuts that are starting to heal. I remove the blade guard and place it over one of my cuts. I run the sharp metal against my skin, allowing it to tear apart. I watch as blood slowly comes out. I hold in my weeps of pain. I make a few more healing cuts deeper and look more fresh. Once I think I've made enough, I clean the counter. As much as it stings, I pat my arm with water, cleaning up my arm. Just making sure no more blood is seeping out. I then rub alcohol over my arms, just so the cuts would heal faster so I could make more later on.

I wipe the blood off the blade and place it back in the bag. I grab my shirt and put it back on. I then exit the washroom. I quickly walk back to the hospital room and find Amanda still asleep. Thank god. She would've questioned me if she found out I felt the room. I lay back down beside her. Once I'm comfy, Amanda turns around and looks at me. Oh god she's awake. She removes her oxygen mask, breathing normally.

"Where did you go?" She asks.

"Uh... Mmm, no where." I manage to say. She sits up, I do as well.

"Niall, don't lie to me. Just because I lost my memory doesn't mean I'm stupid." She says.

"I'm being honest I didn't go anywhere!" I say.

"Then why does your breath smell so minty? You went to brush your teeth don't lie!" She says.

"Okay okay, I went to brush my teeth." I say throwing my hands in the air. Amanda catches my arm before I get a chance to bring it back to me.

"Oh, you liar! Niall you went to cut yourself again!" She freaks. I pull my hand away from her grip.

"Mmm, I couldn't help it!" I say.

"Niall please stop!" She begs.

"It's not that easy. It's like a drug. Once you start its hard to stop." I say.

"Niall. I don't want you hurt." She says. She gently grabs my hands.

"I don't want you to go on vacation." She whispers. I lean in slightly. I search Amanda's face before I lock lips with her. I gently kiss her, moving perfectly in sync. She pushes me down and moves on top of me still managing to keep our lips connected. I grab her waist and push her onto the bed so that I'm hovering over her. I pull apart. Both of us breathing heavily.

"I won't go." I say.

"You better not." She gasps.

"I love you too much to leave you." I reply.

"I love you more." She says.

I gently place a short kiss on her lips before moving off her. She sits up and grabs her oxygen mask. She places it over her mouth and nose. Hoping to breath without hesitation. I give her a few seconds and she removes the mask.

"Can we go back to sleep?" She asks. I nod. She put the mask back on and lays down. I lay down beside her. I pull the blanket over us and wrap and arms around her waist. I pull her closer and rest my head on her shoulder. I close my eyes. It feels like it used to. When there was no care in the world except for each other. Ah. I miss those days. Now we have to be more cautious. Whatever. As long as I have her with me.

*Later*

I yawn and wake up. Not caring what time it was. I look up and see Amanda wasn't beside me. I sit up-right and search the room. Nope. Where'd she go? Just then, the door opens and Amanda walks in as a doctor holds the door open for her.

"Urg." Amanda groans.

"Where'd you go?" I ask.

"The doctor told me to take a daily walk. She says it might help my rib cage heal naturally or something." She says.

"But enough about me. How about you, baby? How's your arm?" She asks.

"It's throbbing." I say.

"Uh, do you want a doctor to check it out?" Amanda asks.

"Maybe we should wait till' later and see if it'll get better on it's own." I say, honestly kinda nervous showing a doctor that I cut and go over healing cuts. I should have made new cuts instead of going over old ones.

"No no, it could get worse if we wait." Amanda says, She opens the door and leaves. I sigh. Maybe it was the alcohol. Great, I'm screwed. Amanda walks back in with a doctor.

"Oh, what happened to your arms?" She asks gently holding them.

"Hmm, this could get infected. We'll have stitch you up. Do you have a legal parent or guardian we could call and ask for parental permission to operate on you?" She asks. I nod.

"You could call my older brother." I say.

"Is he your legal guardian?" She asks. I gulp.

"N-No, but I don't really want my parents to know I cut." I say truthfully.

"I understand, sir. Is your brother 18 or older?" She asks. I nod.

"Yes, he is." I say.

"Okay, that'll do. We'll give him a call and see what he says about your operation." She says and leaves immediately.

"Amanda!" I whine.

"I was worried! Don't blame me for caring." She says.

"Now I'm gonna get surgery." I pout.

"Don't worry. It's not that bad." Amanda giggles and hugs me. I hug back. Honestly, I'm scared.

I really don't wanna be operated on. Again.

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