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Posted 24 February 2013 - 10:51 PM
I look down and I see Niall limp on the pavement. Oh my god what have I done!! I start scream no, and help me someone, when i see the boys come running. Harry quickly dials 999 and an ambulance arrives in no time. I want to spend every second I have with Niall, even though he can't tell I'm there. When the ambulance gets there, they put Niall on a stretcher and tell me I can see him at the hospital. "I'm not leaving his side!" I yell at them but they don't understand. "NOOO!" I scream at the top of my lungs as Zayn and Liam pick me up. By this time, I'm balling my eyes out and people are staring, but I don't care! To hell with them! The last thing I remember is being placed in the back seat of a car next to Zayn before I pass out.
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Posted 25 February 2013 - 09:20 PM
I wake up in a car, with my head resting on Zayn's shoulder. All I remember from before is hitting Niall. Oh my god Niall! "Where is Niall!" I say sitting up and feeling all of a sudden not tired. "Don't worry love!" Zayn tells me, cracking up. "Were on our way to the hospital, but were stuck in traffic." I sigh and relax a little resting my head on Zayn's chest. He looks down at me with a faced mixed with surprise, confusion and humor. "Shut up!" I tell him smiling, even though he hasn't even said anything. I see that the rest of the boys are asleep, except for Liam who was driving. He smiles back at me. "Thanks for everything." I tell him through a yawn. "No problem love. Now you should get some rest, you look exhausted." I nod my head, and eventually fall asleep on Zayn's chest.
Awwww! So cute! Do you like?
Posted 27 February 2013 - 02:41 AM
I wake up And At first, I can't see anything, but as soon as my vision clears up, I find I'm in the familiar surroundings of a hospital. "Great, just great." I mumble. I look next to me and notice that my shirt around my chest is wet. I knew it can't be sweat, because I wasn't hot and I didn't stink. I decide to ask a nurse. "Excuse me, miss." I call out. "Yes Mr. Horan?" "I have two questions. One what exactly happened and two, why is my shirt wet?" I ask the young nurse. "Well, Mr. Horan you where hit by a car on Oxford St. and for the wet shirt, I believe those are tears." She tells me. "But I wasn't crying!" "A young girl came in earlier wanting to see you. She started crying, and saying how she was so sorry and she hoped that you wouldn't die so you could have more memories like the other day." She finishes. I just stare at her in disbelief. Could it really be true? Could it have been Grace that hit me?
DUN DUN DUN!!!!! Lln Hope you like it!
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