Chapter 3.

Niall's P.o.V

My mind played the scene over and over again.

*Tag you're it!* I screamed running down the street with my muffin in a bag.

*Niall! Come back, you dirty leprechaun!* Harry screamed running after me. I ran around the corner as he was far behind, I decided to stay there and scare him when he came around. I heard his footsteps coming towards me and I got ready to jump, but then they stopped but as he got closer they became more clear, but softer. I couldn't help but laugh and as I did that he came around the corner and pushed me saying

*Tag YOU'RE IT!* and he ran still looking towards me across the open road.

*Harrrry! Loook Oooouutt!* I yelled running after him but someone grabbed me by the waist as I reached out for him. The bus barely got his body and his body flipped into the hair twice until he fell onto his back on the street. I unwrapped myself from the strangers grip and ran towards Harry, and as the paramedics arrived and tape was put around to keep people away, I called each of the boys.

"Niall, are you okay?" I heard Liam whisper to me. I opened my eyes and found them wet. I just nodded my head and got up. He followed me to the kitchen. I started to open cabinets and found nothing, I became even more depressed. I didn't notice that he had left until he came back into the kitchen with the car keys. I smiled and I followed him out. We got into the car and drove until we found the nearest Cafe. Sadly it was closed. It was 5 a.m. and my stomach growled at me. We drove until we found a Mcdonalds and I ordered almost everything on the menu, mostly fries. It was 9:30 when we arrived back at the apartment.

"Where yah'll been?" Zayn asked as soon as we walked into the door.

"Grocery shopping." I answered.

"Thank god!" Louis said snatching one of the bags out of my hands.

"Well get dressed, we have things to take care of, and then visit Harry." Zayn said walking towards the bathroom.

"You mean I have to visit Harry." I corrected him.

"Yes." He agreed.

After we all had taken a bath and gotton dressed we sat down to discuss our intructions that were given to us.

"So rule number 1, Zayn said taking out a pen and paper, No social networking." He said then wrote it down.

"Number 2, no revealing ourselves to the public."

"Number 3, keep a super low profile."

"oh and I almost forgot, we have to change our appearnaces." Zayn said smiling.

"Like what?" I asked. Zayn took out his phone and read to us on how to change our appearances.

"Niall, no more blonde hair, more glasses."

"Liam, shorter hair, and wear sunglasses."

"Louis, shorter hair, less funny."

"Me, shorter hair, no gel, and we all must wear hats when we are out."

"Again what's the point of this?" I asked confused and upset.

"The fans can't know Harry is hurt, we don't want the commotion, we can't recover with them in our faces yelling "Is Harry okay!" and them tweeting for Harry's recovery. I can't have his mangled body thrown into my face every minute. Can you?"

I stayed silent and nodded my head in agreement.

"Right now lets not worry about disguises, lets just hang here, Niall." Liam said handing me the keys.

"Okay." I said walking out leaving them behind.

"Niall! Wait." Zayn said coming out of the apartment.

"Here are the keys to our apartment. Let Harry know we're all here for him." He smiled and walked back into the apartment.

I arrived to the hospital and quickly ran up to Harry's room. For some reason I felt that he was awake. So when I walked in and saw his bruised eyes closed my heart dropped. I walked in and began to speak to him, even knowing I knew he couldn't hear me.

"Hey. How are yah." I sighed. hitting my head on the bar of his bed.

"What a stupid question. I know how you are, you're hurt. I did this."

"I hope you're parents won't kill me, though I wish this was me, and not you. I think we all wish for that." I grabbed his hand gently, just in case it would hurt him once he woke up.

"Remember in L.A. when we were shooting What makes you beautiful and you were the first one to fall asleep." I waited for a response, but it didn't come, though I continued.

"And Zayn had us go out to buy nail polish to paint your nails?" I laughed.

"Well I didn't want to do it, but when you woke up and you didn't notice until i laughed and I couldn't stop laughing." I began to chuckle.

"You laughed with me as you attacked us and it turned into a pillow fight." I laughed.

"Good times huh?" I heard a woman's voice come in.

"Yeah, I for some reason feel a little better." I responded to her.

"It helps a lot. Do you mind stepping out as I change his catheter?" She asked politely uncovering Harry from his covers and clothing.

"Uh, no problem, I'll just go get a candy bar or something." I said nervously and walked out.