Diana

Two
Niall's P.O.V.
I sat at the girl's bedside and waited for her to wake up. She had long ginger hair and fair skin. She reminded me of home. The Irish girls. She looked a lot like this one that went to my school. I'd had a bit of a crush on her. No. I needed to stop. The girl in front of me looked like the girl from back home looked when I was 15. I was much older now, and I didn't even know what this girl was like. But she was really pretty... Her sudden groan snapped me out of my thoughts. She tilted her head and her eye's fluttered open. They were green with a bit of blue around the edges. They gazed at me, unfocused. "Wha-" she mumbled. "It's OK. You got knocked out and are at the hospital," I told her, standing up, "Just a sec while I get the nurse to tell her you're awake." "Wait!" I hadn't expected her to be so alert so soon. "Yeah?" "Who are you?" she questioned. "Who am I?" her question caught me off guard. "Aren't you a fan?" She was there at the hotel. She was wearing a hand decorated "1D" T-shirt before she got to the hospital. She had to be a fan. "A fan of what?" she looked really confused. "I'll just go get the nurse." I said carefully. Something must have happened to her when she got knocked out. I poked my head out of the room and soon saw her nurse. "She's awake!" I called. "Shhhh!" She responded, “It’s the middle of the night! You'll wake to patients!" "What time is it?" I whispered as soon as she was in earshot. She checked her watch "Ten till five." Why did she have to say it like that? "So it's 4:50?" "Yes," she replied curtly before entering the room. 4:50! I guess that made scene. The concert -that seemed lake ages ago! - had ended around 1 am and I'd been here a long time. And security didn't know where I was! I hoped the lads were holding out alright against them. They'd all be really mad when I got back.

I followed the nurse into the room to find her talking with the girl. It dawned on me that I didn't know her name. "Hahaha! I don't-!" The look on the nurse's face made me stop. "What's wrong?" She motioned for me to accompany her to the hall. "What's wrong" I repeated when we had walked a short way down the hall. "I'm afraid she has some brain damage." No. No. No. No! This was all my fault! If I had just gone inside like I was supposed to, none of this would have happened! "How bad?" I questioned farther. "I can't tell for sure right now. We'll need to run a CAT scan. But defiantly memory. She's got very bad amnesia. I'm don't know yet how long it will last. Sometimes memories come back in a day or so, but for now she doesn't even know her own name." I pressed my lips in a tight line and nodded.
The next few days were a blur. I had to go back to the hotel so we could go to our next gig. So I had to call security and tell them where I was. I gave the hospital instructions to call me when the girl was released. I'd have someone pick her up and bring her to where we were. We put up fliers all around the city asking if anyone knew her. But we didn't get any calls.
I think I really disappointed fans at our next show because I missed a lot of cues, messed up lyrics, and was distracted most of the time. I missed my whole solo in Little Things and Liam had to prompt the crowd to sing it for me. The pre-show meet & greets didn't go well ether. I could barely bring myself to smile for the pictures. The other lads tried to step in and cover for me but I knew the fans would hate me now. I felt awful. The lads knew why I was distracted though. And Directioners probably knew by now too. They had a way of finding out stuff like that. But I couldn't bring myself to get on twitter. I knew that for every person praising me for what I did, there would be someone making rumors that we were dating, and the media having a field-day saying that the rumors were true and I was dating a 14 year old. The media has a way of twisting stories. "Niall... Niiiaaallll... Earth to Niall!" Louis was waving his hand in front of my face. We were in our hotel room after my failed concert. "What's up, Ni?" "Nothing", I lied. "I'm a song!" He joked, quoting one of old our video diaries. "Why are you so grumpy pants?" He sang it like an Irish traditional song, "You use to laugh but now you don't. Why are you so grumpy pants, Mr. Grumpy Pants?!" He screamed the last line in my face and pushed me off the bed. "Hey!" I yelled, trying to stay angry, as he impersonated a puppy, crawling around on all fours and jumping on me. "Get off!" I yelled, trying not to laugh. He got off me and sat on the floor looking at me with big puppy eyes. I was now shaking with laughter but refused to make a sound and tried, vainly, to keep a straight face. But all my efforts failed when Louis did an impression of, I could only assume, my nephew, Theo. "Ucle Naal! You don kno you butiful! Tat's wha make you butiful! Na na na na nananananaaaaaaaaa" It was a horrible impression, but hearing Louis use a baby voice to try to sound like Theo was so amusing! I started laughing all the laughs I'd been holding back or not felt like laughing over the last few days. I didn't stop until Zayn, Liam, and Harry came in to ask what was going on. They'd heard me through the wall. By then I had tears in my eyes and had almost forgotten about the girl. Almost. I sat up and felt my butt buzz. Well, not my butt. It was my phone in my back pocket. It was a number I didn't recognize. I didn't usually answer numbers I didn't recognize but something made me answer this. I disguised my voice as the first person that popped into my head, Theo. "'Ello?" "Hello, is this Niall J Horan?" It was a grown woman's voice so it probably wasn't a fan. But you never know. "No, why?" If it was a fan then she was bound to tell everyone that she knew my number. The lads were all straining to listen to the other end of the conversation through my phone. "He must have given us a wrong number." "Who's 'us'?" She said the name of some hospital. "Oh, OK. Bye." "No! Niall," Liam interjected, "That's the name of the hospital, you-know-who's at!" "Voldemort? Liam, you're bonkers," I replied, taking the phone away from my ear to hang up. Then it clicked. The girl. That was the hospital the girl was at! "WAIT!" I called into the phone. Please be there. Please be there. Please be there. I thought.

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