"G…you're a dumbass," Sara laughed as I lay curled up in her lap. The car ride was bumpy…and none of us knew where the hospital was. I sniffled and looked up through my tousled hair to glare at her. Tara sat next to me, and rubbed my back. I could tell though that they were all holding back laughter. Except for Raina. Something wasn't right, but the throbbing in my hand was encompassing all my thoughts, so I pushed it to the back of my mind.
"Can we please find someone to fix me," I whined, and Sara shushed me.
"Look, there's a guy right there, I'll just pull over and ask him," Hannah smiled at me, optimism in her eyes. In America, pulling over to ask a random guy a question meant one of two things…1.) You're gonna get raped/mugged/shot etc. 2.) They'll accuse you of trying to rape/mug/shoot them. Maybe it was better here.
"Sir," Raina shouted as Hannah rolled down the window, "do you know where the hospital is, sir?" The old man smiled kindly at us, and chuckled.
"Well, just turn around and go straight for about half an hour and you'll be there," we all looked at each other and groaned in unison. Great. Then my phone buzzed. Even better.
"Someone give me my phone, from my pocket please, and dial Harry," I tried to make my voice sound less full of pain-ish as Sara handed me the phone.
"Gurveer! Where the fuck are you girls," Harry sounded worried, and I was about to make it worse.
"Oh um, we're just taking a little trip," and slowly I lowered my voice, "to the hospital." I waited for his reaction, but got nothing.
"G, what's going on," Liam's concerned voice came on the line, "Harry's just run out of here all of a sudden. He's gone mad," I sighed and explained everything to Daddy Direction so he wouldn't have a worry fit.
I sat on the hard hospital bed, counting the rhythm of my legs hitting the steal as I dangled them over the edge. Five hours later, I had a cast on my wrist, and a waiting room full of worried band members, their girlfriends, and a shit ton of security. Way to go G. The doctor walked me out, handing me a prescription.
"Tha-" I started to talk to my doctor, but Harry's suffocating hug cut me off. He pulled away, holding me at an arm's distance away from him. He looked a bit delirious. He sighed, in what I'm assuming was relief, and hugged me again.
"Don't ever do that again," he breathed into my hair.
"Calm down Curly, I've only broken my hand," I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. Harry's body shook with laughter against me. I couldn't help but fall for him.
Hannah pulled up to the flat, parking in the rear. Sara and I had ditched our hotel room long ago, and she was "casually" snuggling up with Niall every night to go to sleep. I couldn't talk, Harry and I slept together every night. Much to his dismay, I made him wear boxer shorts. As we walked in the house, Harry gently tugged at my arm and pulled me upstairs, breaking off my conversation with Tara.
"What's that about?" I was confused, but he sat me down on his bed and looked down at me, completely silent. This was not going to be good.
"G…" he started off softly, he was nervous, and he ran his hand through his curls anxiously, "I know it's only been a few days since we've met and all, and I shouldn't be so attached already but please, don't leave." I looked at him in astonishment. I was dumbfounded.
"I- Sara and I have final exams soon," I was ripping myself to shreds on the inside for not just saying okay, but I had to be rational.
"Niall has already spoken to her, and well, you've got exams in two weeks, don't be mad, but we're kind of coming back with you two," he looked at me in anticipation for my answer.
"Mad? Oh my Haz, no, I'm not mad," I broke into a huge smile, and jumped into his already open arms. Owwww, ow, ow. Pain. "Watch the hand please," I whimpered.
He let me down, and looked me in the eyes, "Get ready to show me your home land," his smile was brilliant and his kiss was intoxicating.
"Kevin does not approve lad," Louis screeched from outside the open door, launching the fake bird at us.
I laughed, "You're leaving Kevin here."