9. kisses and hospitals.
I brought my hand up to the back of his neck, as if it being a reflex. My mouth slowly moving in sync with his. He gently pressed me against the wall and let his tongue smoothly slide over my lower lip, asking for entrence which I allowed quickly. Our tongues slowly danced around when I realised what exactly I was doing. I pulled back from the kiss that had given me such bad and good feelings at the same time. "I-I'm sorry." Niall stuttered as I stood speachless in front of him. My mouth slightly parted as so many thoughts raced through my head it had given me a headache. Trying to get words out of my mouth seemed useless as not a sound escaped my parted lips. "I-" I finally managed. "I can't." The words hurting me. I quickly turned around to walk back to the other boys, the white and empty hallway suddenly seeming three times as long as before.
"I gotta go home." I said as soon as I had reached the lads. "Why? What happened?" They asked almost in sync. "Nothing. I just got a phone call from my grandmother. I have to go home." I stated, making my way over to my bag. "But your phone if on the couch." Liam said confused. "No it's not." I said grabbing it emediatly and walking away. "Bye guys." I called, not bothering to turn around.
"Grandma I'm home!" I yelled, closing the front door behind me. "Grandma?!" I called, the house being awfully quiet and me knowing for a fact that she didn't have to work. "Grandma are you home?!" I entered the livingroom as confused as ever and decided to go upstairs and see if she was in her room sleeping. I opened the door to her room and saw how she was laying on the floor. My heart emediatly stopping as I ran over. Turning her around so that I could see her. "Grandma?" I asked shaking her slightly. "Grandma this isn't funny." I said, tears welling up in my eyes. "Grandma come on!" I yelled, shaking her harder. "You can't do this to me!" I yelled, quickly running back down stairs, only to grab my phone and dialling 911 as I walked back to my grandmother. "911 what's your emergancy?" A female voice rang. "M-my grandmother. I came h-home and she wasn't r-reacting so I went to her room and she's on the floor and not m-moving and I don't know what's h-happening and I'm scared." I stuttered scared. "Ma'am calm down. Just tell me your adress and I will sent an emulance your way emediatly." I told her my adress, trying to calm down which I failed at miserably.
"Miss Iglesias?" I emediatly shot up at the sound of my name. "How is she? She's okay right?" I asked quickly and the doctor looked at me with a sorry look. "No." I whispered. "I'm so sorry. We came in to late." The doctor stated. "Her pols was so weak no matter how hard we tried it was hopeless." He said. "Liar!" I yelled. "You're a doctor! If you really fucking tried you could've saved her!" More tears streaming down my face with every word I spoke. "Ma'am calm down." The doctor said. "We tried our hardest. I'm sorry for your loss." He said. "No you're not! You don't give a fuck about her! You didn't know her! Fuck you! It's your fault she's dead!" I yelled in his face so loud it made my throat hurt. So I did all I could think off. I walked away. I walked.
I walked until I reached a bench that looked over a lower part of the city. I sat down on it, not caring how loud I was crying. I took out my phone and called the first person I could think off. For some reason the only person I could think of helping me in this situation. I dialled his umber, bringing it up to my ear and waiting for him to pick up.
"Hello?" His voice rang smoothly and another sniffle escaped my lips. "Zayn, can you please come and pick me up?"