Err...WHY ARE ONE DIRECTION BEHIND THE SOFA?!?! (One Direction Fanfic) [WA 2012]

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What is that god darn annoying beeping sound?! Killer headache over here!

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My body hurt all over, and felt like I had been run over by a tank. There was the worst pain on my left foot and upper right arm, as well as little stabs all over my arms. Slowly, I attempted to open my eyes.

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ARGHH shut up!!!! When I inched my eyes open, I was instantly blinded by a white light. On further investigation, I found I was in a room, a hospital room to be precise. I was on a bed in the, middle of the room, surrounded by chairs, beeping machines and liquid drip things. I’m not very scientific.

It was at that moment that I remembered why I was in hospital. Ian. Julia. Me jumping off a ruddy balcony. Niall. Where was Niall? Where was everyone?

The beeping sound was coming from my left, and I think it was a heart rate machine. Well, I’m alive! That’s a bonus after jumping off a fucking balcony!

“Mehhhhhh” I mumbled as well as I could, trying to get someone’s attention. Hello, ill person over here!

God, I need a drink! Spying one on the bed side table, I slowly reached over, wrapping my weak fingers around the glass. Lifting it up, I realised how weak I am. I attempted to bring the glass over the gap between the table and my bed, but it slipped through my fingers, making a huge CRASH!

Oh dear. Well, someone must have heard that! Yep… I can hear feet!

“OH MY GOD KYLIE!!!!!!” Someone screamed, then I was being surrounded by people, arms flung over me.

“C-Can’t breathe!” I managed to choke out, and I looked up into the faces of Harry, Niall, Liam, Zayn, Louis, Alexa, Frankie, Jenna, Courtney, Paul and some nurse in a white uniform.

“Everybody out!” The nurse shouted, pushing ,my friends out the door before I could even say ‘hey’. Talk about rude!

“Well, I see you’re awake Miss Moore!” She said happily, smiling at me. I nodded in a ‘well duh’ fashion. I’m sorry for being bitchy, but I want to see my friends and boyfriend who I haven’t seen since I was kidnapped and jumped off a balcony infrout of!

“I’m just going to run a few tests to check you’re okay, then you may see your friends” She explained, sensing my annoyance. I nodded again.

He nurse went round checking all the machines, and then took a seat by my bed. Uh oh, question time…

“So, Kylie, can you remember why you are here?” She asked in a sickly sweet tone that annoyed the hell out of me.

“Yes” I replied shortly, letting annoyance lace my voice. I just want to see Niall already!

“Miss Moore, I know you want to see your friends but we need to ask you the questions. How about I let one friend come in?” She said, and I nodded very quickly, extremely happy.

“Niall Niall Niall!!” I sang, and she disappeared for a second, returning with a very happy Irish man.

“KYLIE!!!!!!” He cried, running up to me and skidding to a halt.

“Niall!” I exclaimed, throwing me arms around his neck and hugging him as tight as humanly possible.

We broke apart, keeping our faces close and foreheads touching. It was like one of those cheesy movie scenes, but I don’t really care.

“I love you. Don’t do that to me again” He whispered, laughing slightly.

“I love you too. And I’ll try not to… No promises though!” I laughed, and received a ‘look’. “Fine. I promise” I smiled, then kissed him to stop a comeback.   We kissed passionately, taking in every moment. Pretty soon we were full on snogging, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangles my hands in his hair.

The nurse coughed, and we sprang apart. Well, this is awkward!

“Umm… We’ll finish off the questions, then I’ll, um, leave you two alone?” She said, and Niall pulled up a chair by my bed, squeezing my hand softly.

“So, Kylie, you know why you are in hospital?” She asked again.

“Yes” I repeated slowly, and had to hit Niall on the chest to stop him laughing.

“Good, that saves time” She sighed, looking through some notes. Then I thought of something… How long have I been here?

“Ummm…. How long exactly have I been in here?” I asked quietly, afraid of the answer. Niall squeezed my hand tighter.

“You have been in a coma for seven and a half days. It is 1pm on the 14th January” She informed me, and if I had water in my mouth I would have spit it out.