White Roses - One Direction

Tragedy. Things will all be put on a hold, as something unexpected happens - and will effect the future for everyone. Will the couples survive, as their relationship is put on one of the hardest tests ever? Will she ever be OK?

This, my ladies and gentlemen - is White Roses. A Niall Horan fanfiction, brought to you by Trine Hertzog.


2. Chapter 1 - Stuck.

It keeps coming back to me. I keep reliving it. It's awful, and I can't do anything about it. I hate it. And I hate this state that I am in. And the fact that I have nothing to say. And well, the fact that I can't.

It's frustrating, you know - being captured in your own body. Not being able to express yourself or do anything of any sort.

I hear footsteps, something I'm quite used to after all this time. And mumbling. An everyday thing for me. Even though, I still don't know whether they're real or not.

"So.. There's nothing more to do?" I heard his voice. He's talking to someone.
"I'm sorry, Mr Horan, but we can't really do anything anymore. We ran out of options months ago. It's almost been two years." The other voice, that I presume belongs to the doctor, said, "Maybe.. you should consider the options for her waking up again. Or not waking up. I know this is hard to hear, but you must understand that the chances for her to go out of coma after all this time is small."

I hear someone sniffle.
"So, what you're trying to tell me, is that I should take her off the life-support?" He sounds upset, and yet so miserable at the same time, "You're trying to tell me that I should kill my fiancé?"

Someone then sighs.

"That wasn't exactly what I was trying to say - but you could see it that way. You must know, that if, if she wakes up. She probably won't be the same. Being in a coma for this long leaves some damages."

I then hear a door close. I want to turn my head to face the door, but I can't. I groan. Why can't I just turn my goddamn head, and open my eyes?
They can't take me of off life-support. I'm not sure that I will survive that. I'm not ready to give up yet - I'm not done fighting for my life.
And what is he talking about? Me not being the same? I'm in a state of mind, aren't I? I should be the same when I wake up. Sigh. If I wake up. I just pray that he won't choose to take me of life-support.

I feel someone take my hand and giving it a light squeeze.

"Hey princess."

I then hear a sniffle again - is he crying?

"I'm sorry for not visiting you this past week. I've just been so busy with the band, ya' know?"

It's already been a week?

"We will start recording the new album soon."

He sighed.

"And then I'll probably have to leave you alone here again. When we have to do the promoting and stuff."

What, leaving again? What if they take me of life-support then? Can they even do that, though? But seriously, what if they do? What if I can't fight against the dark, and end up dying, without him being here? Oh God, I feel so selfish. I should let him live his life. I'm stuck here to a machine, inside a room with four white walls. I only know about the walls because he told me in the beginning I was stuck here.

I continually hear his voice, telling me about the news, about the boys - when his phone rings.


It got quiet, so I presume someone on the line is talking to him.


He groan.

"Okay, I'll be there in 10. Bye"

I hear a beep.

"I'm so sorry, babe. But I have to go. Emergency band meeting. Something about the management."

A pair of lips plant on my forehead.

"I love you, okay?"

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