Stone Cold Under Your Feet
One where drunk actions have harsh consequences
Word count: 700+
a/n: now whyd this actually take me so long. the ending is so trash. also I just saw a pic of niall getting kfc with basil standing behind him idk why that's so funny to me. anyways send me requests plsss
You wake to a sharp ringing and a glow illuminating the room from your bedside table, interrupting your dream of...who knows what. You think it must have been a good one as your brain tries to grasp onto sleep again.
Your arm remains sprawled onto your right hand side of the bed, Niall's side, as your brain processes the noise coming from behind you.
Once the ringing subsided, your eyes start to droop, breathing slowing, until you perk up, finally realizing that Niall hasn't come home from his night out with the boys.
Thought finally enters your brain as you reach your hand back in the direction of your phone, mindlessly trying to find it in the dark of your bedroom. You brush your fingers along it, then grasp it, bringing it to your face. Your eyes squint to adjust to the light. As you click on the 'missed call' notification, Deo's caller id returns to the screen.
You slide your finger across the screen to accept the call.
"Hello," You speak first, your voice groggy.
"Ya gotta come down 'ere, y/n."
"Hm? Whaddya mean..."
"They're saying Niall broke his foot. We're at t'emergency room by Queen's Arms. Y'might wanna see this."
The remaining drowsiness quickly drains out of you as you hear the words, "emergency room," out of Niall's cousins mouth. You throw the comforter off your body and rush to find some clothing, grabbing the first thing in sight. His beloved Speak Up sweatshirt.
"The emergency room- wha- why hasn't Niall called me." In a scramble to start the Range Rover (which you hate driving because of it's enormous size), your phone falls beneath the seats.
"Ah mate, he's completely out of it a' t'moment"
"Like you're any better," you mumble under your breath. "I- just- I'm coming, okay? I'm ten minutes out. Don't do anything stupid, I'm begging you."
Before he could even take a breath to respond, you hastily grab your phone, ending the call to focus on the road in front.
...
The emergency room practically empty this late at night, or...early in the morning, whatever it may be, the doctor leads you to your boyfriend. He pulls the curtain back to reveal Niall laying on the bed, eyes shut and tugging his fingers through his hair. His leg is propped up at the foot of the bed where a nurse stands, wrapping his leg with cloth.
She looks back towards you.
"Are you the spouse?"
Niall's eyes shoot open, lifting his head just enough to be able to make eye contact with you. Your lips tug slightly at the sight of Niall's distressed position, but you hold back. You look back to the nurse, sarcastically sighing.
"Unfortunately so," you let out humorously.
The kind nurse smiles. "I'll excuse myself to give you two some privacy."
You nod at her, mouthing a thank you.
Niall sits there with his hands in his lap, one resting on his thigh. You look at him with a sympathetic glance before moving closer, taking a seat beside him. His head falls onto your shoulder and your hand subconsciously comes up to play with his hair, offering him whatever comfort you can give.
Niall, glossy eyed either from the pain or the pints, looks up at you.
"Did they tell y'what happened?"
"Had to pry it out of Capaldi, but yea..."
A beat of silence goes by before he starts again. "Why'd ya come 'ere?" You look down at him, raising your eyebrows. "You'll be tired when ya go t'work tomorrow."
You click your tongue and nod your head side to side, telling him no. "Your foot is one step away from dangling off and you're worried about my sleep."
"Ya wanna see it?" He asks, grabbing the X-ray papers from the side of the bed. "It's gnarly stuff."
He opens the folded paper and you grimace in disgust at the sight of ligaments torn and misaligned from his foot.
"'M not leaving you alone at home while you're like THAT"
"Yer gonna stay home for me?" The puppy dog eyes stared lovingly at your face. "Awww," he says, placing a hand over his heart. He squeezes you tight in a hug. "Love ya so much, petal."
You groan. "God, you're so insufferable," rolling your eyes, dramatically.
"Ya love me. Want to take care of me. Ya love when 'm a li'l stupid after a few pints."
You cross your arms over your chest.
"Keep at it and I'll whack you so hard, you'll stay stupid."
"Oop- yes ma'am"
You raise your eyebrows at him, a breath of laughter escaping both of your lungs as Niall's head falls onto your shoulder. Peace consuming the both of you, despite this ridiculous situation.
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