That Brunette And Me

Amelia just moved to Britain from a small town, after having a terrible relationship with a past boyfriend. She meets superstar Liam Payne, but can she get over heartbreak, the wrath of Directioners, and being in fame? Or will she break under the pressure?



93. Alone.

*Elle's POV*

"Excuse me, miss, can I ask you a favor?" One of the nurses smiled at me, her hand on my shoulder. I nodded, smiling faintly. She crouched down next to me, now to my height as I was sitting in a chair. She looked at her hands and smiled.

"There is some kids in our hospital that would love to meet you, if you'd be obliged. Most of them love One Direction, and, well, quite frankly, they love you." She looked up at me grinning. "Would you be okay with coming down and meeting them?"

"Sure, that sounds fun. Shall we?" I said, standing up. The nurse, relieved, motioned for me to follow her. We walked down the hall, as I read the signs. I saw the maternity ward sign before we arrived at our destination. The children's ward.

I hated that word. Ward. First of all, it was creepy as shit, I mean seriously. But secondly, the definition is 'a separate room in a hospital, typically one allocated to a particular type of patient'. It just sounds so lonesome. I hated being alone, I needed people.

"Here we are! Say hello to Elle!" The nurse smiled, waving at the crowd of children who suddenly appeared before me. They were all grinning, touching my clothes and my hair, tugging me every which way. I was a bit stunned, before I went to action, smiling and taking some of their hands.

"I love you!" One of the little girls said shyly, gripping my arm tightly as I sat down on the couch. I smiled, rubbing her back.

"That means a lot to me. How about we all introduce ourselves!" I smiled, watching as they all shouted their names at me. "One at a time! Let's get in a circle and start from there."

They all organized into a circle around me, smiling gaily. I pointed to a little boy to my left, starting there.

"Ethan!" He called, smiling happily. I nodded, letting them continue on.

"Lila!" The next, "Jordan!" and more, "Marla, Sydney, Sarah, Emily, Peyton, Mckenzie, Henry."

I forgot almost all of the names by the time they went around and told me all of them. I smiled, looking around the room as they finished up.

"How about we tell some stories?" One of the nurses came up to me and handed me a book, called 'Harry the Dirty Dog'. I giggled a bit at that one, thinking of Harry covered head to toe in black soot, like the dog in the book was.

"That was a great book, eh?" I smiled, closing the book tenderly. I felt a tug on the back of my shirt, to which I turned around. There was a little boy, hair completely gone, with a small smile on his face, yet his eyes were hollow and dark. He had a machine hooked to him, which I understood to be his chemotherapy treatment. I hadn't seen him before, and definitely didn't know his name.

"Can you read this one, please?" He handed me a book with his pale, weak hands. I smiled, not looking at the book title.

"Sure thing. What's your name?"

He smiled faintly, his eyelids twitching slightly. "Aidan."

"Alright. Aidan has suggested," I looked at the book title, smiling. "'The Night I Followed My Dog.' Shall we begin?"

I began to read the story, while Aidan stood by and watched. Part way in, I decided to offer him my chair, which he took gladly. I stood up next to his chair, my arm on the back rest. I continued reading the cute little story about a kid who thought his dog was a boring, ordinary dog, but one night follows him to a kind of dog night club, which his dog owns. He's very famous, actually. It's a very silly book, to say the least.

I finished the book up, closing it shut. I heard someone clear their throat from behind me, to which I looked over to the door, next to the nurses. It was Niall, of all people. Fuck.

"Well, I'll have to be on my way! Thank you for having me! I'll try to visit again soon, I promise!" I said quickly, giving the book to Aidan with a smile, then grinning and waving at the rest of the kids as I took the other exit out to avoid Niall.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck." I muttered under my breath as I sped through the halls. I heard faint footsteps behind me, which made my heart pound even more. Oh no, no please no.

"Umph!" I gasped, running into someone. I glared up, surprised when I found Harry there, his hands grasped around my arms. I stared at him a while, stunned and confused, when Niall burst through the doors.

"I can't fucking believe it." He shouted, to which the nurse shushed him. He ignored her, stepping closer to Harry and I. Harry stepped away, his hands in the air.

"Niall, it's not what it looks like, I swear-" Harry began, walking towards Niall. Niall shook his head, clenching his jaw. Then he looked straight at me, and I almost started bawling on the spot. His eyes were filled with such betrayal, such hurt, such anger. I wanted to throw myself on the ground and plead for him to stop, to just hold on to me as tight as he could. But I couldn't even bring myself to speak.

"I can't believe you." He muttered. He shoved his hands in his pockets, about to burst through another set of doors.

"Wait, Niall, please-" I cried, my hand extending towards him.

He turned, his hands trembling and his eyes rimmed with red. "Don't speak to me, Elle. Ever again. I don't want to ever see you. Good bye, Elle. We're through."

I choked back sobs, unsuccessfully, as he stalked through the doors. He didn't come back. My chest heaved as I cried, sliding against the wall, head in my hands. Harry looked at me, worry filling his features.

"I-I'm so sorry Elle, I didn't mean for that to happen. I swear."

I shook my head, my mouth chattering. "It's not your fault, Harry. It's mine. It's all my fault. I'm such a bitch, Harry. I-I have to go. Bye."

I stood up, bursting through the doors, running to the bathroom. I ran into a stall, immediately throwing up every single meal I'd eaten that day. And it felt so very good.

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