Maries' POV
It was four o'clock in the afternoon. My friend, Anne, was supposed to meet me at the food court in the mall ten minutes ago. Well, I wasn't really surprised; Anne was pretty consistant with being late. I sipped my chocolate smoothy and listened to my iPod. One Directions' song Moments came on. I silently mouthed the words.
Suddenly, a pair of hands covered my hands eyes and a voice said, "Guess who!" I giggled.
"Is it Harry Styles? Or Louis Tomlinson? Or maybe Niall Horan or - " I was inturrupted by Anne removing her hands from my eyes and placing them on her hips.
I laughed and said, "Oh, it's you. You weren't who I wanted to see!"
"Hello to you, too," Anne said, laughing as she sat down beside me. She pulled a pink CD case out of her backpack and handed it to me. "Here it is. I finally finished downloading your videos," she said. She had video taped me singing several One Direction songs and playing the guitar.
"I told you I didn't want those on a CD. What am I gonna' do with it?" I asked.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe use it to get discovered and be famous? Just a random thought," Anne said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes.
"My voice isn't that great. Can we change the subject now?" Now it was her turn to roll her eyes.
"Fine. Ignore your talent. Well, I have to be home in twenty minutes or Mum will go ballistic, so I better get going. Do you need a ride home?"
"No. I have a shift at Hollister in ten minutes, so I have to be going now," I said. I worked a couple days a week. We said our goodbyes and I headed towards Hollister.
I was actually a minute late when I walked in. My boss just gave me a look and told me to get in uniform. I changed and placed my backpack into the employee locker.
For four hours, I worked at the check out center. The work was very dull, but it payed decently, so I couldn't complain. It was close to nine o'clock when I got off work. I walked through the mall to the exit. If I had been paying attention to my surroundings, the mess I was about to get into would never had happened. Instead, I was looking through my playlist and not watching where I was going. I approached the stairs. Finally, I found the song I wanted and looked up, just in time for someone to run into me, sending me flying down the stairs. I hit every step on the way down. My body came to a stop at the bottom. I just layed there for a moment. Closing my eyes, darkness overtook me and I passed out.
Harrys' POV
"Boo Bear, wanna stop at the food court? I'm hungry, and I'm sure Niall is, too," I said to Louis. We were in a mall, just walking around for no apparent reason.
"Sure, Hazzah!" Louis said. "Hey, Nialler! You hungry?" The look Niall gave Louis was enough to confirm what I had already said.
"Well, then we're stopping at the food court - No, Niall! Don't run!" Liam shouted. Too late. Just as Niall was about to pass a staircase, a girl came into my sight. She had long, dark brown hair that curled slightly at the ends. It was also obvious that she was short. She probably wouldn't even reach my shoulders.
She looked up as Niall was running, but it was too late. He ran full force into her and she went tumbling down the stairs. Niall stopped and skidded, turning toward the staircase. Realizing what he had just done, he raced down the stairs. We were right on his heals. I saw the girl come to a stop at the bottom. She had passed out by the time we reached her.
I kneeled down beside her as Liam said, "Niall! Look what you did!" Niall hung his head in shame and I turned my attention back to the girl.
Her hair spilled out around her. I could see a dark bruise already forming on her head.
"What are we gonna' do?" Louis asked as he and Zayn also kneeled down beside her.
"I don't know, Boo Bear. I don't think carrots are gonna' solve this problem," I said.
"Look! Guys, I think she's waking up!" Zayn shouted. Liam and Niall crouched down next to her, too. As we watched, her hand twitched and her head moved. A soft groan escaped her mouth and she opened her eyes.
Maries' POV
Groaning, I opened my eyes. The first thing I was aware of was excruciating pain in my body. The second thing was that there were five boys staring down at me with almost identical concerned expressions.
All five boys looked strangly familiar. When the blonde one spoke with an Irish accent I realized who they were. Holy shizballs, they were the One Direction. As this thought crossed my mind, I noticed all of them staring at me, as if they were waiting for me to say something.
"Sorry, what?" I asked, not knowing what the blonde one, Niall, had said.
"I said, are you alright? I'm so, so, so very sorry about running into you!" Naill practically yelled. He looked like he was about to cry.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. "And I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention. It was just as much my fault as it was yours. If not, more." Sitting up, I held back a cry of pain. My back and stomach were hurting like hell. And I was pretty sure my wrist was fractured or something; same with my ankle.
"No! This is in no way your fault!" Niall continued. Ignoring him, I stood up, and emmidiatly almost fell over, but was stopped when Harry caught me in his arms.
Harry said, "Like bloody hell you're fine! Liam, I think we should take her to the hospital." Quickly, I pulled away from him and ignoring a wave of dizziness, said, "No, really. I'm okay. I have to go home." As I was saying this, I was looking around for my backpack. I sighed as I saw that it had come apart at the seams and my two textbooks and binder were on the staircase, while the CD that Anne had given to me was on the floor.
"Then we'll drive you home," Niall and Louis said at the same time. At any other time, that might have been funny.
"No thanks, you don't have to do that. I'll just catch a taxi," I said, knowing that since they were international superstars, they probably had better things to do than drive a pathetic fan home.
Niall walked up to me, with his head down and said, "I feel really bad about hurting you. Please let me make it up to you." Then he looked into my eyes.
I looked away and said, "You don't need to do anything for me. I'm fine, no harm no foul." Seeing that I wasn't going to give in, Niall sighed and began picking up my stuff.
"I'm at least paying for a cab for you," he said. Liam walked over to me and asked, "By the way, what's your name?"
"Marie. And I'm sorry for all of this mess, if I'd been - " Liam cut me off with a simple, "Stop. This wasn't your fault."
Louis came running toward Liam and shouted, "Fans are coming! It's a stampede!"
Before I could even process what was happening, Naill had passed my stuff to Liam, picked me up and started running for the exit.
When we got outside, they raced towards a bright red bus. I assumed it was there tour bus. The screaming of the fans was getting closer.
Then, Louis being Louis, he ran right into the door without opening it.
"Boo Bear! Get up!" Harry shouted. Liam jumped over Louis and opened the bus door. Then he dragged him into the bus. Niall and me were next inside the bus. Niall gently placed me on a couch and sat down next to me, pulling my head onto his lap. Wow, this was akward. Instead of continuing the akwardness, I sat up. Louis and Zayn piled into the couch beside me and Niall.
Liam and Harry sat on the couch opposite ours. I was surprised Liam was still holding onto my stuff.
"Sorry you had to go through that craziness," Niall said. He wasn't even breathing hard, after sprinting with me in his arms.
"It's okay. Um, how am I supposed to get home now?" I asked. Niall instantly brightened up, "We'll have to drive you home now! Yay! You can't refuse now."
As much as I hated having them do this for me, I had to agree with Niall. With all the fans surrounding the bus there was no way I would be able to go anywhere.
"You know, it's going to be a while before all the fans clear out. We're going to be stuck here for a while. Marie, do you need to call your parents to let them know where you are?"
I shook my head. Mom wouldn't care anyway and my father was serving in Afghanistan. He had left home three years ago. In about a years time, he could come home. Sometimes I really missed him. We had been super close and still were. He wrote me letters every week and we talked on the phone once a month. I was counting the days until he was schedualed to come home. Three hundred and seventy-four days were left.
Niall waved his hand in my face, "Hello! Earth to Marie!" I jumped, startled.
"What?"
"I was asking if you were hungry. We have some chips and stuff," Naill said.
"No thanks. I'm not hungry." The fans were still hanging around an hour later. I began to get very tired. After a while, I just leaned on Nialls' shoulder and drifted into an uneasy sleep.
A/N: Please leave a review. And I have another One Direction story, if you would like to check it out. It's called Gotta Be You. I hoped you enjoyed this chapter! :)