"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me
But bare this in mind, it was meant to be" Niall sang, his angelic voice bringing the dead air to life.
"And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks," I whispered, opening my eyes. I fell asleep, in sudden shock, after Niall said he would commit suicide if I had died.
Niall jumped, causing me to giggle.
''Scared?" I mocked, laughing.
"Err, no," he muttered, a shade of red tinting in his cheeks.
"Mhmm. Oh, hey, when can I leave?" I asked, fiddling with the hem of the hospital gown.
"Umm, I think today, maybe? I have to ask the doctor again" Niall said. "Do you hate me?" he wondered, looking truthfully into my eyes.
When I was in Nothing, my mind was cleared. I wasn't forced to face the challenge of the world, the rumors, the articles, the hate. When the light appeared, it put itself in my shoes and shook me to reality. I realized, life is hard for everyone. Even if your as perfect as Niall, you have to continue to be perfect.
"I will never hate you Niall. You can't hate someone, when you love them."
"But, but I thought that you thought that I cheated on you, and that Cher was my girlfriend, and," I cut Niall off by kissing him. I missed him. He's the only one who could make me smile. He's the only one who could make my heart beat faster, the only one to make me feel loved.
"I love you so much Amelia.''
I heard a chorus of aww's and whoops as I turned my head. Four, stupid, dumb idiots, as known as my best friends, were standing in the room, watching me kiss Niall.
"Finally! Niall will be happy again, thank the fucking lord," Louis muttered.
"Millie! My bestest friend ever, I missed you babe!" Zayn called. His hair was styled in a normal quiff and he was suited in jeans and his "cool kids don't dance'' shirt.
"I missed you to Zaynie poo!'' I said, mimicking his happy fit.
''Umm, excuse me, Millie is my best friend, y'all are our bitches," Louis sassed.
"Hell yes!" I laughed.
"Well, call me a bitch, but she gave me a hug first," Liam argued.
"Bitch," mocked Harry. He had on grey undershirt and a blue plaid flannel long sleeved shirt, and his signature skinny jeans.
"Hey Haz. Got any circulation in your legs?" I joked.
"So, how have you all been?" I asked.
They all glanced nervously at eachother.
"We have to tell you something..."
Haii. Sorry about these last chapters, they are just fillers and crap. How do you like the story so far? Put your opinion below_ and I promise I'll make the chapters longer.