Niall Horan Fanfic Chapter 7: We’re All in This Together
    We drove home in silence. We didn’t look at each other, nothing. We finally pulled up to the hotel and we were going to go in through the back. I opened my door grabbed my crutches and started to go inside. My crutch got stuck in a crack and I fell over. Niall raced over to help me up.
“Would you be careful.” He said sternly.
“I’m sorry I just fell, it’s dark and quite frankly I can’t see.” I shot back.
    I could see he was hurt, but right now he was being a jerk so I didn’t care. I got inside as quickly as possible, went to my room, and went to sleep.
    The next morning when I woke up I saw Niall sitting on the couch.
“I need to get my cast off today.” I said.
“Great for you but I’m not taking you.” He said.
“Why? How am I supposed to get there?” I asked my voice cracking a little.
“I’m not going back to that hospital, I’ve been there too much.” He said not looking at me.
“Whatever.” I said walking out the door.
    I can’t believe he is still acting like this. I didn’t know what I did to make him so angry with me. When I got outside I saw Zayn there with a few fans.
“Hey Hazel. Where are you going by yourself?” he said jokingly.
“To get my cast off.” I replied flatly.
“Is Niall going?” he asked.
“No, he’s been acting weird lately.” I said.
“Well, I’m not letting you go alone, c’mon I’ll take you.” He said.
    We went and got in the car and started driving to the hospital. I was glad someone cared enough to take care of me.
“Zayn?” I said almost whispering.
“Yeah.” He said looking at me concerned.
“Why does Niall hate me?” I asked tears spilling out of my eyes.
“He doesn’t hate you. He’s just scared that’s all. You almost died and that was tough on him. Don’t worry it’ll blow over soon. He’s just being a jerk but he’ll get over it.” He said
    After that we were silent. He made me feel a little better. I just hope he was right and everything would blow over soon. We walked into the hospital, a place that was very familiar, and the nurse led us to the room where I would get my cast off. The doctor came in and removed it and said, “Now Miss Hazel you take things easy, your leg is all healed up but we don’t need to be seeing each other for a long time.”
“Okay, okay.” I said laughing.
    Zayn and I walked back to car and got back to the hotel. I was so happy to be walking on two feet again. I raced Zayn back up to my room but when we walked in laughing Niall was less than happy.
“What?” I asked him.
“I can’t believe you.” He said.
“What did I do now?” I shouted. (Zayn had left by this point.)
“You just got your cast off and you’re already running around.” He shouted back.
“Oh really Niall, that’s what you’re all mad about, get over it.” I said.
“I’m just looking out for you. I don’t want to see you hurt.” He said.
“Yeah? Well you’re the only one hurting me!” I said, “I’m going to dance.”
“Have fun hurting yourself, but don’t look for me to pick up the pieces.” He said.
    I grabbed my dance bag and walked out of the room slamming the door behind me. I headed for the studio so I could dance through my anger. Dance was always a good way to relieve stress for me. I stayed at the studio for hours. When I left it was 2 a.m. and there was no way I was going back to my hotel room. I went to Louis and Eleanor’s (since she was staying here for a while to see Louis.) I got there and knocked on the door. When she answered she saw that I had been crying and pulled me inside.
“Where’s Lou?” I asked.
“Out with the boys.” She said.
“Niall hates me.” I said crying.
“No babe, no he doesn’t.” she said rubbing my arm.
“He hasn’t talked to my in days, and when he does he just yells at me.” I said.
“He’s just scared. You should talk to him. Make him tell you what’s wrong. Everything will work itself out don’t worry.” She said.
We talked for a little while longer and then she walked my up to my room. When we got there Niall was there. “I’ll leave you to it then?” she said.
“Leave us to what?” Niall asked me.
“Why are you so mad at me? We haven’t talked in days and when we do we’re fighting.” I said.
“You’re being stupid.” He said.
“This is what I mean. Look if you can’t tell me what’s wrong and you don’t wanna fix things, then…” I said.
“Then what?” he whispered.
“Then I…I can’t be with you.” I said.