Fallen for my Saviour // Ariana Grande & Niall Horan

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"He didn't have to save me. He could have just let me fall. After all, I'm worthless, no matter what he continues to tell me. He was just being nice. Right? It's what anyone would have done. Seeing a girl about to jump off an apartment building isn't a pretty sight. He just did what he had to do. Although, I can't deny that he may have fallen for me somehow along the way... but who am I kidding? It's Niall Horan from One Direction. Who would ever love me, Ariana Grande, a complete, shattered mess of a girl? He wouldn't like a loser like me. I'm trying to convince myself I don't have feelings for him, but it's no use. Oh God... I'm falling for my savior."

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3. The Hospital


Ariana's POV

 

Everything was dark. I felt like I was floating in water. Time either seemed to slow down or was nonexistent; I wasn't sure. I couldn't move. Numb. Alone. Nothing seemed real, but it was the most real thing I had ever experienced. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, but I didn't need air. Every time I tried to open my eyes, it was like they were glued shut. In a way, though, it was peaceful. I smiled, knowing I didn't have to suffer anymore. It was strangely beautiful and haunting. No more abuse, no more heartbreak, no more neglect. I was free. I was nothing. I didn't exist. 

And then, it began.

Slowly, my body started to tingle, like it would when your foot was asleep. My ears started to ring, sounds beginning to become apparent through the haze of confusion. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I heard screams and yells. I tried to open my eyes, but they were still glued shut. The voices continued. Frantic. One voice in particular stood out, sounding so beautifully familiar, but I couldn't make out who it was. I heard sirens. They hurt my ears. I felt myself being lifted off of the ground, and shortly after, wheels scraping against it. Someone was pulling me along, yelling at the top of their lungs. Everything started to drift off again, and the water feeling was about to return when I heard his voice and it brought me back to reality, right before doors slammed.

"Please, be okay...,"

I held onto that voice. My heart felt weak, but it was the one thing I was sure of. An engine started. Vroom. Vroom. Then I felt a jolt and the engine began speeding. I didn't know how long I was in there, but it felt like years. Finally, I heard doors slam again, feet pounding on concrete, and doors opening again. Admist the desperate yells and screams, I felt myself being lifted onto the ground again. Wheeled. Only then was I able to make out the words people were saying.

"She's unstable."

"Get her to the ICU!" 

"...Suicide attempt..." 

"...busted vein..."

"...blonde boy...."

The cold wave of the air conditioner calmed my senses. I was immediately greeted with the scent of antiseptic. The footsteps continued to pound, and I felt my heartbeat slowly getting weaker as I descended into blackness again, his beautiful voice the only thing keeping me holding on.

 

Niall's POV

"What?!" Harry shouted through the phone, his tone laced with disbelief.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my beating heart, running my fingers anxiously through my hair as I watched the ambulance take off, prayers and racing thoughts continuously running through my head. Everything seemed to be moving fast, but not fast enough. I had to get to the hospital, and make sure she was okay. I realized that normally a person in this situation would have just let the ambulance take her and let the doctors do their job, but I felt personally connected to this girl and I had no idea why, I didn't even know her name. I tried not to question it and focus on the task at hand: getting a ride to the hospital. Taxis wouldn't speed, but I knew Harry would. 

"Look, I'm not going to explain it again, can you just pick me up at the apartment building on 5th street?" I asked breathlessly, annoyance spiking my tone. I heard him sigh, but I knew he was caving. I glanced at my watch and noticed the seconds ticking by. Judging from the grim circumstances I didn't have much time.

"Yeah, okay... I'll be right there."

"Thanks, mate."

I hung up and waited anxiously, wringing my hands, playing on my phone, anything to pass the time. All I could seem to think about was her and her beautiful face, and that sad, broken gaze. I saw it every time I closed my eyes. If she died, I'd never let myself forget it, ever. 

It was only a few minutes later that Harry's Jaguar pulled up towards me. He glanced out at me under his ray ban shades, and I immediately hopped in. Without a word, Harry hit the gas and we began speeding to the hospital. I didn't care the consequences we might get with the police, we were famous, after all; they wouldn't do much to us when they realized who we actually were. 

"Did you know her?" he asked after a minute, his green eyes glancing towards me.

"No." I whispered. "But it felt like I did."

He didn't say anything after that.

Only two minutes later, we pulled into the hospital. I wasn't sure which department she was in, but the minute I saw the flashing ambulance pull into the emergency drive, I knew she was in there. I jumped out of the car and slammed the doors, and Harry silently followed. I raced up to the ambulance just as they were pulling her out of it. She looked so weak and pale, on the brink of death, but still the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. A choked sound left my throat, not quite inaudible over the frantic yells, and Harry glanced over at me. I ignored him as we followed the rushing stretcher inside.

It was like something out of a movie. Doctors and nurses were everywhere, rushing to her aid, shouting things that didn't quite make sense. We were still following the stretcher, my eyes never leaving her exhausted face, until a young female nurse, young, tall, and elegant, stopped me.

"Are you family?" she asked, tilting her head curiously.

I shook my head, barely able to talk, I was so anxious.

"Boyfriend?" she questioned, looking amused.

For some reason, I hesitated, and then realized how silly it was. Like I said I didn't even know this girl's name. "Um, no," I whispered.

She laughed a little. "Well, then, I'm afraid-"

It was then that Harry winked at me before stepping in towards the woman, a charming look in his green eyes and a seductive smile on his face. "Excuse me ma'am," he flirted, taking her by the hand and running his eyes up and down her shapely figure, lust clear in his eyes. "Do you, by any chance, know who we are?" His voice held that husky hint of charm that all the girls seemed to fall for. This lass, as it turned out, was no exception. 

Her eyes widened and understanding flashed across her face as she flushed a light pink, quickly regaining herself as she bit her lip seductively to hide a flirtatious smile. "Well, now that you mention it, you do look a bit familiar," she purred, taking two fingers and climbing them up Harry's sculpted chest. 

Harry leaned in closer and whispered something in her ear that I can't repeat. She giggled, and took Harry's hand, leading them into a supply closet or something where they could do whatever the hell they were about to do and not be bothered. Harry turned back and winked at me again, waving me to go on. I smirked and mouthed thanks before racing down the hallway after the girl I hoped would make it out alive.

Ariana's POV

Sometime during the night, I came to my senses. The first thing I heard was the steady beep beep of the heart monitor. I attempted to open my eyes and was surprised when I was able to open them. I blinked, trying to focus my vision, somehow not surprised when I realized I was in the hospital. My thoughts were fuzzy and I could barely remember anything. Why was I here?

I glanced down at my arm and saw that it was red, and completely stitched up. The image of it brought back vivid flashbacks and loud echoes running through my racing mind. Me standing on the top of the apartment building. Feeling so alone. Wrist bleeding. Arms out. About to fall. And then, I was saved. I remember that.

But by who?

All I could seem to remember, was blonde hair, and those breathtaking blue eyes...

His voice echoed through my brain.

Please... don't leave me...

I shook my head to clear it. I must have been going crazy.

But how was I still alive?

The creaky opening of a door silenced my racing thoughts. I turned and saw a tall, beautiful young nurse, probably in her early twenties. Her hair was slightly messed up, her scrubs wrinkled as if they had been pushed up, and her eyes seemed to be twinkling slightly. I frowned, what was up with that? Had she just gone for a run or something? Something in my brain told me that wasn't it...

"Hi, I'm Katie, your nurse," she said breathlessly, walking over to me and sitting down, offering me a sweet yet sincere smile. "How are you feeling, honey?"

"Um... okay." I didn't really know what to say. I wanted to go home, but I didn't know where home was. I lived with my stepdad, alone in a run-down apartment, and he frequently abused me, part of the reason I tried to kill myself in the first place. My mom had died when I was six, I didn't know my real dad, and on top of that I had no idea where my older brother, Frankie, was. He'd left me in seventh grade for a reason he wouldn't tell me, and he still hasn't come back. I really didn't want to return to my stepdad...

"That's good." she told me. "Do you need anything? More covers? Painkillers? Do you need to talk to anyone?"

My mind immediately flashed to the blonde boy with the Irish accent that had saved me. His voice still seemed to echo in my mind.

Please... don't leave me...

He was the only one I wanted to talk to.

"Do I have any visitors?" I asked. I knew my stepdad would never visit, he couldn't care less about me, unless he was drunk and wanted to hit me and blame me for things I didn't do. I wrung my hands nervously, waiting for the nurse's reply. For some reason she had a weird expression on her face when I said visitors, almost like a dreamy smirk. 

"Yeah, you had two, but one... left," she said, looking anywhere but me, clearing her throat and still smirking a little.

My eyes widened and my body spiked with panic coursing through my veins. Oh God, the blonde boy must have left... and my stepdad was still here! He'd come after all...My throat began to get tight and tears blurred my vision, the heart monitor's pace increasing. The nurse, Katie, didn't even seem to notice, still stuck in a daydream of some kind.

"Here, I'll get him for you," I heard her say.

No, please no...

I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing for the worst. 

And then I heard, in that beautiful Irish accent,

"I knew you'd be okay."

Slowly, I opened my eyes.

And was met with the sweet gaze of the blonde haired, blue eyed boy.

My saviour. 

 

 

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