My Hidden Heart

16-year-old Gianna, is in need of some help. She needs to escape. With an abusive father and step-mother, a sister that's near death, and a loving mother dying in the hospital, her life is falling apart. Until she meets Niall. He's different from other people, and madly in love with her. But he won't tell her who he is. He says it will change her life. But Gianna is in need of some change. How far will she go to find out the truth? my first fan fic/mystery story... I hope you like it! comment comment favorite favorite and like it up! :*


8. She's Gone

The first thing I see this morning when I wake up is blue eyes staring at me from above. Me and Niall really never talk, but I still get a loving and caring vibe from him. "Well it's about time you woke up miss-I-wake-up-at-noon." He gives a friendly grin. I bite my lip and smile back. I love waking up to him every morning. Instead of having to eat nasty hospital food, Niall goes to the Chicken or the Egg breakfast restaurant across the street. Every morning he takes a dedicated walk just to get me some delicous breakfast. And every morning I try to thank him but he just says, "Shhhhh It's okay I really don't mind" Then I feel him looking at me so I snap back to reality. "So, what's for breakfast this morning?" He points to a tray at the foot of my bed. That's when I see Belgian waffles with whipped cream and hot syrup glazed on top. I see fresh strawberries and kiwi placed on the side of the plate. I see a clear class of vivid orange orange juice. Then something new catches my eye. It's a bowl. Out of curiousity, I lean up on my elbows and stretch my neck out to see what's in the bowl. I see white goop in it. I look around until Niall screams, "POTATOES!" I giggle because it sounds so funny with his Irish accent. he grasps the bowl with two hands and puts it on my lap. I notice there are two spoons in it. He takes one and nods towards the other spoon and nudges me to take it. I take it in my hand and pull a tiny scoop out of the colorful bowl. He shakes his head, "No, like this." He scoops a huge mound of potatoes and stuffs it in his mouth. I crack up and push my spoon into the massive mound of mashed potatoes. I put it in my mouth just like Niall did. He nods in approval when the nurse walks in destressed, yet calm. She looks at Niall and he swallows his unusual breakfast. He gets up and goes toward her. They leave the room mysteriously and shut the door behind them. I am so giddy that I could care less about their confidential conversation. Niall walks in and sits down on the bed as I stare, knowing that something has gone terribly wrong. "So Gianna, Nurse Sami just told me some news about your sister. It's not as bad as you might think it is." I automatically think of the worst. The suspense it killing me and I am shaking. Niall obviously sees my unsteady hand and grabs mine into his warm and soothing palm. He pulls closer and I am getting even more worried. "Your sister has fallen into a coma, but she is expected to come out of it because she is making regular progress. She is going to be moved to another special hospital and as for you, what will happen in the future is uncontrolable." I smile because the news is great compared to what I was thinking. Sasha is going to be alright and taken care of. But as for Niall, he makes me worried. You know that feeling you get when you wake up from a dream and realize that it wasn't real? Well what if Niall is just a dream? I pinch him and he flinches, "What was that for?" I squeeze my eyes shut and smile wide because I can't even speak. I look at him and speak, "I wanted to make sure this was real." He replies by leaning extremely close to my face and I smell potatoes on his breath. My stomach tightens because I know whats going to happen. "It's real." I tilt my head to the side and our lips touch. I hold my hand on his back and hug him beacause I never want to see him go. I let my eye lashes brush against his cheek and blink really fast so it tickles him. He smiles and pokes my arm. I tickle his cheek again and all the memories flood out from my mind into my eyes. A single tear sheds for a horrible year and a half, but mostly from happiness. Niall is my kryptonite. And he looks right into my tear-filled eyes and I can tell he feels the same way. Happiness.

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