Harry: It was just a sprained ankle but he was worried all the same. He treated you like you had broken your leg and regardless of how many times you told him you were okay, he insisted on doing everything he could to help you. “Harry you can loosen your grip on my hand,” you chuckled. He loosened it as you had asked, mumbling an apology. His eyes didn’t tear away from the doctor who had just finished wrapping up the injury. “There you go. Just don’t put any pressure on it for at least two weeks and it should be better in no time.” With a half-hearted smile, he left, leaving you and Harry alone in the small room. “You ready to go babe?” Harry asked, lifting you from the small table, making you giggle. “Harry I can walk you know.” All you got in reply was a head shake. “You heard the doctor babe, no pressure.” As embarrassing as it was, his next move was to carry you through the whole hospital, not setting you down until you were at the car. It was completely unnecessary but you knew it made him happy and seeing him happy made the recovery more tolerable.
Liam: The cancer was getting worse, so here you were, back in the all too familiar hospital. Your own private hell. Liam hadn’t left your side once, to only exception was to use the washroom. The boys had spent nearly two hours trying convince him to go home for a shower. And he did, but he always came back, sleeping in the uncomfortable chair night after night. You had lost all of your hair due to the chemotherapy and was back to wearing the colorful bandana’s Liam brought for you. But days would pass and there was still no sign of improvement. “How’re you doing love?” Liam asked quietly, walking into the room with some food from the cafeteria. “Tired,” you replied in a whisper. A sigh came from his lips as he set the food down. “Are you hungry?” Was his next question. But you just shook his head. It had been about three days since you had actually consumed anything that wasn’t juice. All your nutrition had come from the juice and the small amounts of chicken broth Liam had gotten you to eat the other day. You were just getting weaker. Liam sat on the bed, holding your pale hand in his larger warm one. “You’re going to be okay…” His words were barely audible. “Liam… no please don’t cry.” His tears slipped down his cheeks as you did your best to console him from your position. Eventually, you just pulled him down so he was partially resting on your chest. You felt the wetness on your skin as he nuzzled into your neck. You couldn’t find any appropriate words. Nothing could help either of you. But you would fight and you would win. Everything would be okay… Just like Liam said.
Niall: The operation had been successful and now all there was to do was recover. Your eyes fluttered open, the anesthetic finally wearing off. When your eyes were finally able to focus, the first face you saw was that of your boyfriend Niall. Groggy but awake, you coughed a couple times to get his attention. “Oh! Hey baby, you’re finally awake,” Niall said, walking over and taking a seat next to you. “How do you feel?” You shrugged. “Just a bit tired is all,” you replied, making Niall chuckle. “You’ve been asleep for seven hours, how can you still be tired?” Your own smile formed, realizing that it did sound kind of funny. “When can I go home?” “I believe the nurse said you’d be released this evening. They just want to observe you for a couple hours. Just to make sure everything is okay.” You could live with that. “Okay.” The nurse came in shortly after, running a couple of tests and checking your blood pressure and vital signs. “Well you seem to be doing quite well (Y/N). I’ll have the release forms brought up to you in about an hour.” She smiled, leaving the two of you alone once again. “See? Not too bad at all.” Niall smiled, leaning up to kiss your forehead. “And I’m going to take the next week off to look after you. No but’s, it’s happening.” Playfully rolling your eyes, you didn’t protest. Niall would be yours for the whole week. You’d be better in no time.
Zayn: It had been a long night, but after hours of painful, tiring labour, the little girl you had been praying for finally arrived. At 7 pounds, 5 ounces, Carrie Elaine Malik entered the world at 7:48am. From the minute she was set on your chest, you were in love. Now two hours old, Carrie was fast asleep in her daddy’s arms. “She’s gonna be a daddy’s girl, I can already tell,” you said smiling tiredly at both of them. A wide smile spread across Zayn’s face as his eyes remained glued to her sleeping face. “You think?” Grinning, you replied, “You were able to get her to sleep pretty quick.” “True,” he chuckled. “She has your eyes though… and your nose. And I’m glad because your eyes are so beautiful. She’s gonna be quite a looker. Just like her mum.” He looked up smiling, witnessing the blush build up on your cheeks. Zayn’s eyes travelled back to Carrie, who was beginning to get a bit restless. “I think someone’s getting hungry,” he chuckled, bringing her over to you. Gently, you took her in your arms and slipped your hospital gown off your shoulder, just enough for your daughter to have her hourly meal. Once she was settled, you leaned back into the pillows. “I can’t wait to get her home…” you sighed, closing your eyes, the exhaustion beginning to kick in. “One more day love,” Zayn calmly spoke, placing himself next to you on the bed. “One more day and we’ll be home, starting a whole new chapter in our lives.”
Louis: You had been waiting all week for your visitation hours. It had been just over a week since your parents had you admitted here and Louis had been trying to see you ever since he found out. Sitting in your small room, the dim lights flickering, you waited for the nurse to call you over the speaker. The two of you had decided that he would come up and get you and with the nurse’s permission, he would take you down to the cafeteria so you could talk in a more private environment. Your knee was bouncing up and down, anxiously awaiting your name to be called. Finally it happened. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), please come to the front desk for a visitor.” Heart racing, you stood up and walked out the door, your hands nervously playing with the insides of your baggy sweater. Then you saw him. He was wearing the familiar pair of sweats and beanie over his messy hair. He was wearing your favorite hoodie, the one he’d always leave for you when he went on tour. The secretary glanced over her shoulder, seeing you and saying something to Louis causing his eyes to look up and meet yours. He mumbled what looked like a thank you, coming around the desk. You slowly walked towards him, being greeted by his warm embrace seconds later. His scent was a nice change from the bitter hospital smell. He kept you in his arms for a long while, staying in the same position for at least five minutes. When he pulled out of the embrace, his arm remained around you as he guided you to the elevator. “We have two hours then I have to have you back,” he said, pressing the button to go down. “Okay…” you replied quietly, silently wishing that he could just take you back home, forgetting this terrible place. You guys sat down in a pretty isolated area, keeping close so there was always some sort of contact. “Babe..? I’m just going to get this question out of the way. What happened?” Louis looked at you, awaiting your answer. Taking a deep breath, you went on into your explanation, not wanting to get into too much detail, as the memory was still pretty raw. “It was just an accident… I thought I was home alone but… but my mom stopped by and walking in at the wrong time… so yeah… she put me in here so I wouldn’t be able to hurt myself anymore…” You looked down, guilt immediately taking over your body. “Love it’s okay.” Louis’ voice shook, his arm moving so it was around your shoulders. Pulling you into his side, you quietly told him you didn’t want to explain any further. You just wanted to be in the arms of the man you loved and who loved you back equally as much. “When you get out in a few weeks… I would like to ask you to move in with me. I want to give you a reason to be happy, a reason to help you cut back from hurting yourself. I want to keep you safe and I think this would be a good way…” For a moment, you didn’t know how to respond but you found yourself nodding your head, going to hug him, only to have him envelope you completely in his arms. “As soon as you get back love… I’ll make sure you never have a reason to come back here.”
