Esther's pov
i was worried. Worried for cam. Worried for niall. Worried for their relationship. Niall has been drinking and it's scaring me. I know he's irish and all but danm that guy can get drunk. He showed up at the hospital. "Heeeeyyyyy" he slurred his words. Harry went over to him to get him to sit down "eh mate your piss drink sit down sober up mate" harry said. "Oh yea well you would be doing to same thing if it was esther" niall wined and harry backed off. "Niall james horan get up off your butt right now cam needs you more than ever stop blaming yourself for this just pit it in the past because every second you are not in there with her she is just getting more hurt and if that was harry i probly would do he same and you would be doing what im doing for you right now so sober the hell up" i said. He got a coffee and then went into the room to speak with cam. "And i've done it again" i said to harry. "Yes you have but i will win his war" harry chiled and came to hug me. "Not if i win first my styles" i said inching close to his face. I could now feel his warm breath on my face he came a little closed and just as our lips were about to touch "hey esther you and harry up for a game of cards?" Niall asked peeping his head out of the door. "In a minute lets just finish up here" harry said. I hit him playfully in the stomach. "Sure niall" i said and left harry hanging with a smirk