"What's your name?" He asked, breaking the silence.
His eyes were glazed over from staring at the same spot on the wall for so long; and mine from staring at him. He broke his gaze form the the sterile white wall and meat my eyes. "Well?" He demanded.
"Ella." I stated. My eyes darting down to my lap as I messed with the hem of my shirt.
"That's a pretty name." He turned his head, facing the wall again. The silence returning.
I closed my eyes, willing the dream turned night mare to be just that, a night mare.
I opened my eyes moments later, startled by the light snoring from across the room. My phone rang for the 80th time that day. I ripped my eyes from the beautiful view. An unknown number on my screen.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hi, are you Ella?" came an Irish accent. Reminding me again just how real this is.
"Um, yeah, This is she." I felt my heart race with the effort not to fangirl over Niall Horan. "How did you get my number?" I asked before I realized the words left my mouth.
I heard a muffled laugh on the other line before he answered "I have people for that."
"Oh, obviously." I chuckled to myself.
"Sorry, I'm Niall by the way. We spoke on the phone earlier."
"Yeah, I figured it was you. I know your voice." My had flew to my mouth, realizing how much of a fangirl i sounded like. "Sorry, I know how the sounded. I promise that I'm not a fan. Well I am a fan, but not a fan fan, but still a fan, but not like an obsessed fan. Not a Fangirl. Just a fan." I rambled, trying miserably to sound cool, only to have him laugh at me.
"OK OK OK. I get it. A fan, but not a fan. I just wanted to let you know personally that our flight leaves in 4 hours. So we should be there sometime late tomorrow. I just wanted it to be one of us to tell you instead of one of the stuck up bastards from Modest! with and log up their ars."
I smiled at his remark, trying not to laugh like the idiot that I am.
"So yeah, well be there soon. Tell Harry we love 'em. Bye. Nice to speak to you again. Ella." My heart fluttered at the use of my name, even though it came through the phone it still had curl to it.
"Nice speaking to you too Niall. Bye." I heard the line click indicating the end of the call.
"Niall says Hi" I said, looking up to meat Harry's gaze.
"Who?" He wondered out loud. His face twisted in confusion.
"Niall" I stated once again. I walked over the the recliner next to his bed, taking my former spot on the worn cushion. "One of your band mates. He's Irish." I continued to elaborate.
"Oh." I watch his head drop. His eye shut tightly causing wrinkles over his face.
It was hard. Watching the Harry Styles like this. In only the period of two days my feelings toward him had gone from infatuation, to a very strong LIKE. I wanted so badly to say that I loved him, But I couldn't. I hadn't known him well enough, and clearly did not know me. And what little information about my screwed up life he had managed to juice out of me, he had forgotten in a matter of seconds. But some of the most terrifying few seconds of our lives.
I looked down to see that my hand was on Harry's. I didn't even remember putting it there. I looked up to meet his gaze. He stared at me, a bewildered look to his eyes. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"Sorry." I mumbled incoherently into my lab as I quickly jerked my hand away, allowing ti to join it's twin in my lap.
"It's okay." He mumbled right back.
I couldn't meet his gaze. Though I felt his on my face like a branding iron. "You know, it's rude to stare." I laughed out, trying to break the very evident tension snowballing in the room.
"Sorry." he giggled, and I felt his gaze lift from the side of my face, giving me the strength to lift my head. I watched him twiddle his thumbs absently. "I thought we just discussed the whole Staring Is Rude concept." he smirked, allowing his obviously forced words to come out with a light air.
We sat in silence the rest of the day, neither of us bothering to turn on the T.V. Instead choosing to watch the sun dissapear behind the Andes.
"Miss" Came a verry hevily accented voice from the door. I turned to see the nurse from before. "Visiting hours will be over in five minutes."
I nodded my head in understanding, watching as she carefully closed the door. "Wait!" Harry called, just as the door closed. "Can she stay with me?" He asked. His voice shaking. I watched in astonishment. "I don't want to be alone." He elaborated.
The nurse nodded in agreement. "I will have a cot sent in." She answered before pulling the door to for the last time.
I looked at Harry. I still had not comprehend what he said. He wanted me to stay with him tonight. But he didn't know me. I didn't care in the moment. I just knew that Harry Styles wanted me, ME, to stay with him in the Hospital.
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HI guy! So..... I know that I said I would try and update every week.... which obviously didn't happen. I am sorry. I am going through a lot of family things right now, and I couldn't write. Well I physically could write, though it wouldn't have been very good. I just did't have any drive to wright. And with drive there is passion. And I think that writing without passion is... well.... crappy writing! and I didn't want to do that to you. I know that this chapter is short, but I felt that you deserved an update, no matter how short.
I have had a few people ask me about The Phantom. I just wanted to say that it is on hiatus. I have the worst cast of writers block and don't know how the story is going to continue. I'm not like most writers with the entire story outlined before writing it. I let whatever happens happen. So yeah. 30,000 Feet Up is my priority right now. Just BTW. I know that this authors note is getting ridiculously long so I am just going to say, Bye. And I hope be able to update soon. Maybe even a second time this week.