Christina's POV
"We need to talk."Niall didn't strike me.
I glanced at the waiting room door, my thoughts with Louisa who was currently under the knife.
"Here?" I asked incredulously. "Now?"
"Please, Chrissy."
The "please" caught me off guard. In four years, I could count on one hand the number of times Niall had used that word with me.
I reluctantly sat on one of the cold, uncomfortable benches. The waiting room was mercifully empty except for us, though I knew that would change soon enough when Clive arrived.
Niall sat beside me, close enough that I could smell his expensive cologne.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly.
I blinked. Had I misheard? Was Mercury in retrograde? Had Niall been abducted by aliens and replaced with a decent clone?
"I shouldn't have lost
