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We all have our problems and with ours we need each other in order to solve them. We need to help each other, we need to understand each other. We need to love each other, make each other feel one another. Another. Other. Kiss me Niall, please, because there won't be another. Love me Niall, please, because I need to feel your touch before I go.


7. In Love With Your Daughter

We arrived at the hospital, and Ireland was the first one to get out of the car. I explained to her father how me 'met'. She walked a little away and then turned around, moving her hand across her face. 

I wanted to go over to her, but I couldn't. Her father got out of the car and I locked it, and then walked beside him into the hospital. I turned and looked back at Ireland, and I saw her still standing not looking towards us. 

She slowly faded away. I exhaled and entered the hospital. 


We were in Ireland's room. I found it quite easily, never being here before and no one asked who we were. 

Her father was standing beside her, his fingers running along her hand. 

"I'm so sorry Ireland," he muttered as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. 

I wanted so badly to take his place and touch her, but I kept my distance at the end of her bed. It was only a matter of time Ireland would enter the room. 

But she never came. 

"Niall?" Her father asked me. 

"Yea?" My left hand was holding onto my right arm, uncomfortable. 

"I know you've probably never been in this situation and I understand you like my daughter, but what are the actual chances of her coming out of this coma?" 

I brought my forehead together in confusion. "I'm not sure, everyone is different."

"What if she never comes back to me? What if she's lost in some world, a world no one can reach her."

I can reach her, I wanted to say but held back. "You aren't thinking--?"

"I think about it everyday. I'm sure Ireland would hate if I made her stay, keep her struggling."

I stopped him, I couldn't handle it. "You can't take away life support," I almost yelled receiving glances from the hallway. "Give her time."

"It's been months." He oddly accepted my close to outburst. 

"Please, Mr. Brolin, please. Don't take her away from me. I--I love your daughter--."

"Niall," I heard her breathe my name. 

I almost exhaled in release. I turned my head and saw her leaning against the doorframe. For being in her world of in-between she had tear stains rolling down her face. 

Her hair was sticking to her face, tangled, and in need of fingers to go through it. 

"Please, Sir," I turned back to her father. "Please just a little longer."

He pursed his lips together. "Okay," he finally said. "I can't pull this out long, Niall. Not that I wouldn't but I couldn't deal with my daughter being unhappy."

She isn't unhappy, I wanted to shout. 

~~Ireland's POV~~

I left the hospital and was sitting on the window seat. Niall and Dad were sure to be walking through the door any time now. 

I had calmed myself down, relaxed. The things Niall had said was…was unable to be explained. It was like he read my mind, learning all my perfect dates, my favorite flowers, everything. I didn't get it. 

"Thank you for everything Niall," I heard Dad say as they came through the apartment. 

"Anytime, Mr. Brolin," said Niall.

"Call me Jonathan. It was nice meeting you Niall. Unfortunately I have to head back to the States. Record companies don't make music on their own."

"I know what you mean," joked Niall. "I will watch her."

"Thanks again," he said placing a hand on Niall's shoulder. He looked around the apartment one last time before exiting and Niall closed the door. 

He turned and looked directly at me. 

"Please Niall, I'm trying to be invisible," I said to him, stating the obvious that I was already mostly invisible. Invisible by everyone but him. 

I felt his presence walking closer and closer towards me and soon he was next to me. 

"Please," I started. 

"Can I make you feel better?" He asked me.

I looked up at him, "What?" 

"I can make--."

"No I don't want tea or cookies or whatever else." He was going to try and cheer me up, but I didn't want it.

"I wasn't offering tea or cookies," he said. "I'm in the mood for something more delicious."

I brought my eyes together in confusion, but soon I yelped as he reached down and picked me up from the window seat. He carried me into my bedroom and I heard the door shut behind us.

"Put me down! Niall, put me down!" 

"Okay," he said simply as he dropped me on the bed. 

I brought myself up on my knees, "What was that for?!" 

He smirked at me, putting his fingers through his belt loops. 

"What's your--?" I started but again was cut off, but this time more gently. His smooth soft lips ran along mine, making me instantly melt. 

I could just barely feel his lips, but they were there. My eyes closing his touch growing heavier. 

"Can I make you feel better?" He repeated.

I nodded as I moaned a, "Yes," against his soft lips, understanding what he meant in the first place. 

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