*crash* I felt myself hitting the cold, rough ground. All the groceries I was carrying fell all over the ground, and was spread out everywhere. I tried getting up, but my arm was weak and couldn't hold me. I felt something cold rushing down my forehead, so I lifted my hand up to it and felt blood oozing from my head. Great. I felt people coming towards me as I lay on the ground, weak.
"Are you okay?" I heard someone ask. I tried speaking, but all that came out was moaning. I realized I was in pain. "Let me help her." I heard another voice say. I felt my body wrapped in someones arms, and I slowly faded out.
I woke up the next morning, forgetting all that happened. I held my head trying to remember what happened, and where I was. I noticed my arm was wrapped up in a cast. "She's awake!" I heard someone say. "Hello sweetie." I heard a very calming voice say. "I'm not sure if you remember what happened, but you fell and hit your head pretty hard, we brought you back here to help you get better." A man's voice said very slowly, and soothing to me. All I could see we his legs, I could barely look up, but when I did I saw I very angelic face, to match his angelic voice. He had brown shaggy hair, and gorgeous green eyes. "Thank you so much." I said, words finally coming out of my mouth. "Do you want me to call someone to pick you up?" He asked me, in the sweetest tone. "I actually don't have much family around here, it's just me." I told him. "Well you are more than welcome to stay here love." He said smiling. "Your name is Kara, right?" He asked me. "Yes." I said. "And you are?" I asked him. "I'm Louis. It's very nice to meet you." He said smiling, he held out his hand. I slowly shook his hand, and gazed in his eyes. "Would you like me to get you some tea love?" He asked me. "No, I'm alright for now thanks." I said trying to smile."I hope you don't mind, I called over my friends to help take care of you last night." He told me. "Not at all." I said pushing myself up so I could sit upright. Suddenly a dark haired, handsome guy walked into the room and sat down on the couch beside me.
"Hi, I'm Zayn. How are you feeling?" He asked me, taking my hand and kissing it. "I'm great, thank you." I smiled. "Have you met the others?" He asked. "No, but i'd like to." I said smiling. "Great! Guys, come in here!" He told them. A few other boys came in the room, all very handsome. "I'm Harry, this is Niall, and this is Liam." "Hello there." Niall said, I could tell he was irish by his lovely accent. "It's nice to meet you." Liam said, smiling. I smiled back and politely shook each of their hands. There was something about these guys that seemed so familiar, so surreal, I just can't put my finger on what.