The Lucky One

Sarah has been having a few troubles with her boyfriend, Josh, lately. She goes to her favourite cafe to get away from everyone, and meets the one and only...


8. Chapter 8


Author's Chapter Notes: This part I wrote!!!! It is long too!!! :D

Sarah's P.O.V.

I woke up at 11.34 P.M., and another episode of George Lopez had just started on the screen hung up on the wall in front of my reclining hospital bed. 

I look to my left to grab my glass of water with my working hand, and I see a small piece of paper folded up.

I got a drink, then opened up the letter that was from Niall.

"Dear Sarah, I went back to the hotel to get some rest. I'll be there in the morning!"

Then he drew his cute messy heart next to his name. He's so sweet. He doesn't deserve any of this. He deserves better. I am putting him through all this trouble, and he's been so kind to me, and I'm sure that I've put him under a ton of stress. 

I am getting tired, so I grab the notepad with the pen on top of it, and start writing. Of course, my dominant hand is the one that is immovable. My handwriting looks like a 6 year old's, but at least it's legible. Somewhat.

"Niall, sorry about my handwriting. It's half past 11 and I just woke up. Going back to bed soon, my stomach is killing me. See you in the morning babe, love you. Sarah .Xx" 

With that, I took another sip of water, turned out the light, rolled on my side, and fell asleep watching George Lopez. 

Niall's P.O.V.

I woke up from a nightmare that Sarah had been sick. It's 11.43 and I just had a nightmare that Sarah was lying in the hospital when all of a sudden she had to be rushed to a bigger hospital because her blood sugar was low and she wasn't responding to any of the tests. I hope she is okay. I'm going to see her in the morning, and I hope she is up by then. 

Sarah's P.O.V. ,11.42 P.M.

I can't see a thing. I feel like just 5 minutes ago I was trying to fall asleep, but it was hard because my stomach was killing me. It still is. 

I hear a ton of beeping and people yelling and worrying. I'm not sure what about. I feel like I'm a little kid right now being pushed around in a wagon. I get the feeling like I'm in the ocean, quickly moving, but steady. People keep screaming. I can't open my eyes, but through the thin skin that is my eyelid, I see bright lights moving fast. Like I'm going down a hall of lights or something. 

I try to move my legs and arms, but they're stuck. Like they're being pinned down, or like someone's using me like a doll. Like a voodoo doll. I feel like I'm being lifted up, but still lying down. Like going up to heaven or something.

A few minutes later, I hear, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, and feel strong wind that could cause a twister coming down on me. Then it stopped. It all stopped. I hear the faint sound of whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, but now I'm being lifted again, and it's dark. Not light, just dark. I feel someone with me. Not physically, and I don't know who it is, but they're still there.

Niall's P.O.V.

It's 4.07 AM and I haven't been able to sleep since the nightmare. I've had butterflies in my stomach ever since it. I'm just going to go eat.... 

I went downstairs and was in then kitchen when I heard a small glass break and fall in my bedroom. I put the pizza in the oven and went back upstairs. I flipped the switch to my bedroom, and there was a picture frame broken on the floor. 

The table next to my bed each night held my phone, my wallet, a lamp, and a picture of me and Sarah. That's what had fallen, but only the part of the picture where Sarah was was broken. 

My half of the picture seemed untouched. I have no clue whatsoever how it even fell off the front of the table, when it was on the back of the table. I called Liam, and he was surprisingly up doing a Twitcam, telling everybody about our lives, and how we love them, everything he usually does. 

How this boy stays up this late and has energy to do these things is beyond me. I was talking to Liam, and he paused his Twitcam, telling them that he was coming over here. I hung up the phone, and heard the oven beep down stairs. I grabbed an orange oven mitt, and opened the oven door. At that moment, I felt a flurry of heat rush through my pores and onto my chilled skin. I grabbed the scorching hot pan holding the pizza. I left it to cool for a few minutes when I went upstairs, and looked at the picture frame again. 


I still felt sick when I thought of her. Like something had happened. I get paranoid when I have bad dreams. Liam knocked on the door, and came in while I went back downstairs, cutting a slice of pizza for myself and Liam. I told him everything from my nightmare to the picture frame, and he just nodded and said yeah every few times letting me explain. He eventually ended up falling asleep nearly on my table, so I let him stay over, not wanting him in an accident if he's too tired to physically stay awake. 

I eventually fell asleep too, my eyelids getting heavier after every blink of the eye. I fell asleep, waking up three hours later at 8.03. I woke Liam up, and made the both of us a quick breakfast. I didn't really have time to eat, so we both had protein shakes, and hopped in the car, anxious to see Sarah again, after all that's been happening. 


We got out of the car, and went into the receptionist area.
"Hi miss, can we visit Sarah in room 160 please?" Liam asked the lady politely. 

"Sure, let me see if her visiting hours are available now... Um sir?"


"There is no occupant in room 160."

He turned to me, "Are you sure it's 160?" 

"Yes, I'm sure. Positive. That's the room I saw all night in my dream." I mumbled the last part to myself. 

Liam turned back to the lady, "Thank you, good bye" 

"Liam we have to go see her. The lady made a mistake. I know she did." 

We walked stealthily down the hall... 154, 156, 158, all the doors on the right.... 160.. Here! 

We walked in, and there was no bed in there. The was a nearly empty glass of water, and the note I left Sarah. I went over to look at it, because it seemed untouched. I opened it, and there was nothing new on it. I was about to set it back down when I realized that there was writing on the hospital's notepad left on the bedside table. It looked more like scribbles than writing though. I picked it up, having a hard time reading it but I made out this...

"Niall, sorry about my handwriting. It's half past 11 and I just woke up. Going back to bed soon, my stomach is killing me. See you in the morning babe, love you. Sarah .Xx"

Her stomach was killing her?? That's what happened in my nightmare. 

"Liam we have to go back to that receptionist lady"


"I have a feeling she knows more than she's telling me"

We sprinted, and I mean all out sprinted to that lady.
Liam put both of his hands on the corners of the desk for support, hunched over, breathing for his life... 

"Miss, can you please.... tell me... where... Sarah.. Evans is... please??"

"Didn't anyone tell you why no one was occupying room 160 sir?"

"No, why!! What happened!!" I screamed out...

"Sir, I'm sorry, but last night she was in critical condition. She was sent by star-flight to Mercy's hospital. 

"That's two hours away by car though!!"

"Sir, we have no further records of Ms. Evans at this point in time. I cannot tell you anymore, and you'll have to go see her for yourself."

"Thank you ma'am, for everything."

With that Liam and I dashed out of the hospital, went to get gas, and we were headed to Mercy's hospital....
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