The Room- A Niam Fanfiction

You're lying.

So guys.

I split the last chapter up in two chapters cx

I'm trying to end this story, but I can't haha

I just love writing it.

I can't leave you story!!!

Well here's the chapter.

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"Do you really want to know?"

Do I?

Do I want to know what happened to me?

Yes, I do.

But I'm scared.

Scared of what might have happened.

"Yes...I t-think so..."

My voice sounds small and fragile, and I don't even know why.

Maybe because I am fragile.

Harry looks me straight in the eye for a second.

Then he looks at his hands, fiddling with them nervously, and starts talking.

"You've been here for a few months Li..."

Confusion takes over my entire brain, as I just stare at him, waiting for him to continue.

He coughs, still not looking at me.

The tone in his voice is telling me he doesn't really want to say this stuff to me, but I don't care.

I need to know.

"Errmm... You've been in an accident. A car accident..."

What?

What is he talking about?

The information whirls around in my brain.

A car accident.

When? And how?

"We had a day off, and apparently you and...y-you and Niall went for a drive..."

I smile at the memory, but then my smile fades.

I can't smile when I don't know what happened yet.

It stays silent, and I can see a tear rolling down Harry's cheek.

I want to comfort him, tell him everything will be alright, but my curiousity takes over.

"What happened then?"

Harry's eyes flicker around the room, avoiding me, and he openes his mouth again.

He uncomfortably stares at the wall for a second, with his mouth open.

Then he sighs, and continues.

"Ermm...another car crashed right into yours, and you both got taken to the hospital."

We crashed into another car!

We got in an accident!

Oh my god, Niall!

"Was Niall okay?!" I ask him as fast as I can.

I need to know how my love is doing.

"Ermm...he's been here for a few days..."

Relief washes through my body, and a smile comes to my face.

I'm happy he's not in the hospital anymore and okay.

I want to ask more about Niall, but Harry interrupts me.

"You landed in a coma, a pretty big one..."

A coma?

But wait, what does this all have to do with the room?

Did somebody kidnap me from here?

Took me to that room?

And then I woke up or something?

"You-"

Harry sniffles, and wipes his tears away with his sleeve.

"You've been in that coma for four months Liam, four whole months!"

Harry starts to cry now.

The tears stream down his face, and he stretches his arms out to hug me, but I move away.

He's lying.

I've not been in coma.

I'm 100% sure I've been in that room!

He's just trying to make me confused!

"Tell me the truth Harry..." I mumble, my voice being muffled by my pillow.

"W-what?"

I sigh.

"The truth Harry, please just tell me the truth!"

Harry looks at me wide-eyed, a scared and confused look written on his face.

Is he scared of the truth?

"B-but...I'm telling y-you the-"

"JUST CUT THE FUCKING CRAP HARRY! I KNOW YOU'RE LYING! JUST TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!!!"

Now Harry also gets angry, and he stands up from his chair next to my bed.

It falls to the ground with a loud 'clang!', but he doesn't even flinch.

"What are you talking about Li?! I'm telling you the truth!!!"

I feel my hands clenching into fists, and I sit up straight.

"BULLSHIT! I KNOW I'VE BEEN IN THAT ROOM HARRY!!! THAT FUCKING ROOM!!! JUST TELL ME HOW I GOT OUT OF THERE!!!"

The look on Harry's face changes, and he calmly sets his chair back up.

Then he sits down on it, and looks me in the eye, making me confused.

"No Liam, you have to tell me about the room."

I just look at him.

What did he just say?

"Y-you know what I mean... That room I've been in for months..." I softly mumble.

My mood has swiched from angry to confused.

I look at him, but his face is blank.

"The grey room... I've been locked in there..."

Harry looks at me in a caring way.

"Go on, Li."

"Ermm... I was in a room all those months, and when Lia...I mean when I tried to kill myself, I woke up in here..."

Harry nods.

"Were you in that room alone?"

I feel confused.

Why does he want me to tell about it?

How comes he doesn't know?

"Harry why...ermm... Do you not know about this or something?"

Harry smiles at me for a second, and then lays his hand down on my shoulder in a comforting way.

"Just tell me, were you alone?"

I think deeply.

Now I think about it, I'm not really sure anymore.

Was I alone?

I mean, I was with myself, does that mean I was alone or not?

"I-I think so... And Niall was there a few days too, but I think I imagined that..."

Something flashes in Harry's eyes, but I can't see what he's feeling.

He coveres it up too fast.

He softly moves his hand to my back, and rubs little cirkles on it.

What is he doing?

"Liam, your mind is playing tricks on you..."