Empty {sequel to Broken}

Okay here's another chapter. This might end up being a filler chapter I'm not really sure yet.

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Niall's p.o.v.

"Okay this is your room Niall. Your lucky enough to get one to yourself, for now anyways," the secretary showed me into the room.

"Cool," I said, not even bothering to sound excited.

"Well, i'll let you unpack," she said awkwardly, scooting out of the door.

"I think it's nice," Liam said cheerfully.

"It's alright I guess," I sighed.

"The bed looks comfortable, and you've even got a thermostat in here so you won't be hot or cold at all," he pointed out.

"That's nice," I dead-panned.

"Okay Niall, I get that this is hard for you, I understand that, but it's hard for all of us. Can you imagine how Harry feels? He had to watch you suffer, all the while thinking it was partially his fault, and now it's his fucking boyfriend in that hospital bed, and he hasn't woken up yet. You're rotten attitude is making things a lot harder for him, and for all of us," Liam shouted.

Oh. My. God. Liam yelled at me. He never yells. Am I really that much of a fuck up that even Liam hates me?

"Oh shit, Niall that, god in sorry, that was uncalled for," Liam stammered out.

Liam's outburst still left me shocked and speechless. I didn't even know how to respond.

"I, I'm sorry," I muttered, looking at the ground.

"I'm gonna go find out if you need to do anything today, you keep unpacking," he said, hurriedly leaving.

"Damnit," I yelled at myself after he left.

I can't do anything right these days. Maybe I really should have just killed myself that night. Everyone really would be a lot happier than they are now.

I sighed as I continued to unpack my things. I didn't really have much. I moved the folded sets if clothes into the drawer beside my bed and set the bag of shower stuff on the desk in the corner, as well as one I my favorite books. I shoved my shoes under the bed, then tossed the duffel bag into a corner.

Liam said all he packed was clothes, shoes, and toiletries, so I knew there wasn't anything else in the bag for me to unpack.

I sat down on the bed and wished I had my phone. I needed some music. Good music, but without the chance of hearing myself singing.

The door opened, and in walked Liam, carrying a small drawstring bag. He came and sat down next to me on the bed.

"Look Niall, I shouldn't have yelled at you. I didn't mean any of that, I just, I'm kind of stressed out. Let's just forget about it okay?" He asked.

"Yeah okay," I agreed, not wanting to go into it.

"Oh and here's your phone and a pair of headphones. I figured you'd want them," he said handing me the bag.

"Awesome, thank you," I said, actually really excited.

Liam smiled at me, really big, and I sort of smiled back, glad that he was happy, at least for the time being.

"And you've got your first session with the therapist at 10:30 tomorrow. I'll be gone before then," he said.

"When are you leaving?" I asked. Okay maybe I'm a little afraid t be left here alone.

"Probably around 7," he answered.

"Oh," I replied.

"I promised Zayn I'd be home by lunch. He thinks Harry's getting sick," he explained.

"Okay," I answered, not really feeling much like talking.

"You ready for your tour Niall?" the secretary asked, popping her head into the room.

"Sure," Niall sighed, pushing himself off of the bed.

"I'm gonna go check myself into a hotel Ni, I'll be back a little later," I said, standing up as well.

"Okay, see ya," he said as he followed the lady down the hall.

I stepped out of the room and shut the door behind me, then tested the doorknob. It was locked. I headed back out to the car.

I smiled to myself as I started the car up and drive out of the parking lot. Niall had looked so happy when I gave him his phone.

All he could do on it was listen to music and play games. I'd blocked the internet and wifi use with a password so he couldn't get on twitter or anything. The doctor told me that could be very dangerous.

I sighed as I pulled into the hotel. I hope he gets better. Our band, as well as our friendships are falling apart. We need him to get better.

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Wow that was super short and lame. Sorry about that.