“Is she dead? I think she’s dead,” someone said in a very, very British accent.
“She’s not dead Louis, the doctors just gave her some medicine to make her sleep,” another boy’s voice said.
“Do you think that’s her natural hair color?” a third voice asked. This one I could barely understand. There was a lilt to his voice that I just couldn’t put my finger on.
“I don’t know Niall, why don’t you ask her when she wakes up?” someone replied sarcastically. Someone sighed, I was guessing Niall.
“Her hair’s so, blond,” a boy said.
“It’s okay Harry, we know you fancy blondes,” Louis said.
“Just because I slept with that one blond girl does not mean I’m into blon-”
“But she is pretty,” one of the voices said. I had lost track.
“Yeah. She’s very pretty,” Harry murmured.