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We do not own the characters, especially those of Harry, Louis, Liam, Zayn and Niall
I ran down the street, knowing I was already late, Georgia had been expecting me five minutes ago. The rain splashed against my skin, causing me to shiver. My phone rang from inside my bag; I continued running and fumbled with the clasp. "Ahh, shit!" I tripped on an uneven paving slab and tumbled to the ground. I heard footsteps quickly coming towards me. "Are you alright?" A looming figure stood over me, extending their hand to help me up. Cautiously I reached out and was lifted from the pavement. Expecting to see a psychotic mad man or prospective murderer I began to thank them and tried to walk away but a sudden pain shot through my foot. "Ah! My ankle!" I grabbed onto his shoulder to stop myself falling.
"Here," he said putting his arm beneath me to support me. I hobbled over to a nearby wall and sat down. Looking up, what I saw wasn't the hooded figure of a mass murderer or deranged physco but the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. Wisps of chocolate brown curls were faintly visible from beneath his hood and his sparkling green eyes seemed to bore into me as I stood there unable to speak. "Are you ok?" he repeated.
"Em, I think so." The boy bent down and lifted my foot, his touch sending a tingling sensation on my skin. "Honestly, I'm fine," I said, "it's probably just twisted."
"I better take a look, it might be broken, you took a pretty nasty tumble," he lifted the bottom of my leggings and felt my ankle, "I think it's just a sprain, you should go to the hospital just in case, do you want me to give you lift?"
"Honestly its fine, I'll just go home."
"I insist," protested the boy, "just give me a minute." With that he got out his phone and told someone who I presumed was his brother to come pick us up. "You really don't have to," I argued but he wasn't listening. "I'm Harry by the way."
"Oh, I'm Holly."
"So, do you live around here?" questioned Harry.
"Just down the road, you?"
" Yeah, not far," he answered inexplicably.
After a couple of minutes of chatting a car pulled up, inside sat a boy older than Harry with short brown hair wearing a striped t-shirt. "Alright Harry, saving damsels in distress are we?" mocked the lad driving the car.
"As always." I put my arm around Harry's shoulder and limped over to the car, carefully getting into the back seat. Harry went round to the other side and joined me. "You really didn't have to do this," I told him "I'm sure it'll be fine."
"You can never be too careful," replied Harry "I've broken three fingers, both ankles and my arm and at the time I could have sworn they were just sprained!" We laughed and I noticed tiny dimples forming at the corner of his mouth, wow he really was gorgeous.
"So what happened?" asked the older boy, while clearly concentrating very hard on the road.
"Oh…well I saw Holly fall over whilst she was running and went over to help."
"Sorry about Harry" the equally gorgeous boy said to me "He thinks he's some sort of superhero. I'm Louis by the way."
"Holly. Thanks for lift"
"No problem. It's not often we get beautiful girls in our car. And sorry about the smell- our friend loves Nandos."
"Its fine" the pain was getting overwhelming now- I could barely speak. Harry seemed to notice
"Can't you drive any faster?"
"Ehem, my driving is amazing. See - we're here"
Thank god. I thought I was going to pass out. *I also silently thanked God that I wasn't car sick.* Harry opened the door and I put my arm round his shoulder. I hopped most of the way there, fiercely blushing, but I couldn't be embarrassed. I was fighting back tears and didn't even want to think how long it would be till I was actually seen to at the hospital.
I went to sit down, and Louis followed. I was expecting him just to leave- he'd done enough already. But i was feeling crap enough and needed the human contact. We could be here for hours. Harry got the forms and asked me the questions. When it got to phone numbers I pulled out my phone- 14 missed calls from Georgia. Shit. Id completely forgotten I was on my way to hers. It started to buzz and I answered. She was pretty annoyed until I had explained what had happened. After holding the phone away from my ear for waves of crying, yelling and finally relief, I told her where I was. My parents were away and I couldn't wait to see a familiar face.
When she arrived I burst into tears. It had been 3 hours of just sitting there, and whilst I loved Harry rubbing my back and Louis trying to cheer me up, I wanted my best friend. She was concerned that I had been picked up, alone in a car with and now at the hospital with two complete strangers, but her faced seemed to change when she saw them. They were unbelievably fit.
I was examined and it was broken, and so badly that if I hadn't come to the hospital, my ankle could have been permanently damaged. Harry and Louis seemed almost smug when they heard this – it was adorable. I hobbled out of the hospital, helped by Georgia and Louis. When we came to say our goodbyes, Georgia and Louis went off, murmuring something about 'a love of music'
"Thanks again. You don't know how grateful I am. I it wasn't for you-"
"Forget about it, Harry said, "its been fun"
"Really? Nearly 4 hours with a complete stranger that was too stupid to go to hospital herself"
"it was my chance to be that 'knight in shining armour"
"My hero" I said, sarcastically. It was so easy around him.
"Listen, my band is doing this gig in a small nightclub on Friday. If you and Holly wanted to come, there will hardly be anyone there. You can chill back stage, I doubt you'll be able to dance with that" he gestured at the cast on my ankle and looked nervously at the ground
"No definitely. It's the least I can do," and I stared into his beautiful green eyes. We just stood there, neither one breaking eye contact. With a flirty laugh, Georgia and Louis came back over. We broke away, both blushing. We exchanged numbers, and waved as we walked back to our cars. I'd completely forgotten about my ankle.
