Depend On Me

Noah won't be more than friends with Kit because he thinks she'll spend on him like she did with alcohol but when he is paralysed in a motorbike accident do the roles reverse?

Chapter 1 = Default Chapter

Irene came down to the D.I.C with Tasha to talk to the police about the fire. She left Tash with Pia and went out into the corridor adn saw Kit looking at Noah with a look in her eyes that she couldn't quite distinguish. "You okay darl?" Irene asked walking over to her. Kit jumped out of her trance but didn't say anything. "You really like him, don't you?" she said gesturing in Noah's direction but subtley. Kit still didn't say anything but Irene could see the muscles tense in her face. "Just as long as it's for all the right reasons, Kit." said Irene and put her hand on Kit's shoulder. "Why does everyone have to think like that?" she said aggressively pushing Irene's hand away. Irene didn't give up. "Who's said that then?" she pressed on gently. "Who do you think?" Kit scoffed but when Irene's expression was still blank, she added. "Mr. Lawson himself." Irene nodded "It'll be okay darl. I'm sure." At that moment the door to the living area opened and Pia and Tasha came out. "Bye, love." she waved. Kit waved back half heartedly.

"Right Kit, I'm going for a bike ride can you cope here for a bit?" Noah asked coming over. She nodded glumly in response. "You okay?"he asked His genuine concern made Kit feel worse. She nodded again, a little more enthusiastically this time. "Is this about is? Is it?" he questioned moving closer. "Forget okay?" Kit snapped and disappeared to answer the ringing phone.

Noah stood still, puzzled, confused. Shaking his head he went to get his helmet and byker jacket.

Noah rounded the corner on his bike enjoying the fresh air and the sun. He pulled to a stop at the side of the road and took off his helmet. He took in the beautiful, peaceful surrounding. A warm, strong gust of wind whoosed past him and within a milisecond a huge lorry appeared. The lorry was too big for the road and Noah had no time to move. The lorry clipped his bike, his helmet fell from his hands as he fell off the bike and rolled down the side of the hill groaning in agony.

I will continue Things Will Work Out but I got a bit of writers block half way through Chapter 6. Sorry I'll update soon! Luv all of you who have read and or reviewed. xxxxxxx