*1 month later*
*Liam's P.O.V*
I was sitting at home in my bedroom, lying in bed. There was an eerie silence engulfing the flat as I was alone as usual. Last month Harry saved the other three boys and I from out of a car wreck. The doctors told us that if he wouldn't have been for him, Zayn and I might have been dead. Everyone keeps trying to tell Harry that he helped 4 other people survive, but he still won't believe it. He says we would have done the same for him, which is true, but Perrie had a gun in her hand. There wasn't anything stopping her from using it to kill us where we sat. In a way we can thank Terry for being a horrible driver. He basically killed himself and commited homocide on someone.
After they got us all into the hospital again, they told us how our injuries were and how long it would take for them to heal properly. The glass I had in my side was removed. I didn't know if it hurt or not because I was knocked out by some kind of gas. All I know is that when I woke up the doctor said I had lost a large amount of blood. Harry had a piece of glass in his arm that was removed. He told me it hurt terribly. The glass fragment was big, but not quite as large as the piece that lodged itself into my flesh. Harry said they gave him stitches and sent him home. Louis had a fractured rib. Nothing really bad. He was wrapped in a bandage and sent home later that night. Niall had a broken arm. That would surely prevent him from holding Clarissa. Nothing was going to stop Nialler from holding his baby girl. He loves her way to much. They put his arm in a sling and sent him home with pain medication. He'd come back a few days later to get a cast. It was blue and everyone decided to have a little kid moment and sign it. We took a few pictures and put them up on Twitter. The girls had some copied and put them in a scrapbook. Zayn was probably the worst of us all. It took doctors 6 hours to get the bullets out of him. Since they were such close range they went further into his body.
They weren't completely positive as to where they were either. Between the constant scanning of him and time it took to remove the bullets, it was quite a wait. When Zayn finally was released, he immediately apologized to everyone about his behavior towards us. We of course accepted and told him to forget about it. He was just dealing with some problems. He and I have to go to some physical therapy classes together. To clear our heads and help us go back to moving our bodies correctly.
I glanced over at the white clock sat on the mahogany bedside table that I have. The numbers flashed in the red showing the time, 5:12. My head rolled back onto my pillow as I stared to the plain white celieng. Images of the day of the crash started flicking through my head. The van being on it's roof, Harry dragging me from the vehicle, Zayn bleeding, and Niall holding his daughter just minutes after the accident. I got a horrid taste in my mouth and swallowed to keep it from spreading out onto my face and across my bare chest. Zayn looked so helpless that day. We've never experienced Zayn hurt like he was when he saw Perrie walk through that door. Everybody was expecting Josh. When he didn't come through the door, we all lost it.
Don't even get me started on the way the kids were. Annabelle was crying her head off, Mark wouldn't eat anything, and Clarissa was declining when it came to her weight. None of them would eat or drink the way they should have been for at least two weeks. Eleanor, Aeron, and Elizabeth took them to the hospital and the doctors said they had to get them to start eating properly or their health would keep downfalling. Shortly after their visit, the kid's appetites appeeared. They all eat like Niall. We're screwed now.
My phone rang from the pillow beside me. I peeked over at the caller I.D. Spencer. She's the girl I met a few years back at a cafe. Her and I have become extremely close over time. I can tell her absolutely anything and having a friend like that is amazing. I see her as much as I can. Not often because of the tours Terry used to put us on all the time. I picked it up, pushed the green button, and pressed the phone to my ear.
"Hey Li." Spencer chirps.
"Hi Spenc, what's up?" I ask, chuckling at her bursts of energy.
"Well, I was watching this group on Youtube. I don't know if you know them, but they're callde One Direction and they have this particularly... interesting member in the band." She says, as of thinking.
I know she was trying to be funny so I went along with it.
"Alright, and who may that guy be?" I ask.
"Since you asked. He's was about 19 when the video came out, he had a shaved head, and he was also the most sensitive while singing."
"Uh huh. This guys sounds so familiar, yet I don't know why." I say.
I sat up against my headboard and grabbed my stereo remote. While she was talking, I turned it on and turned it up slightly. My heart skipped a beat when I heard the noticable tone of Little Things playing through the speakers. A smile grew on my face as I remembered why I was so happy singing it. At the time I was still in love with Aeron. The feelings have died down, but not completely. Spencer's voice broke me from my thoughts.
"He sounds like a good guy. Do you happen to know this character?"
"I may have met him about six or seven years ago in a cafe." She replied.
"Okay. Does this particular fellow have a bestfriend with red hair and green eyes?" I ask, cheekily.
"You know that is a very good question. I think he's talked to her over the phone quite a few times since they met."
"Would this guy's name just so happen to be Liam Payne?" I conitnue.
"Now that you mention it. Yes it is. How did you know?" She laughed.
"That my dear Spencer is a secret." I say.
Our conversation went on for about an hour until she said she had to go. Spencer was a model and as of recently, she got a job working with Eleanor. Her and El have met and hung out on several occasions. They get along rather well. As for Liz and Spencer. Liz never really liked Spencer. She hasn't told me why though. I figured it was best to leave it alone. She'll tell me when she feels necessary.
I peeked back at my clock. 6:23. Zayn and I have to go to therapy soon. I threw the blanket off me and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. My head was hanging low. My eyes flashed to the scar I had from the stitches I got for the whole gklass thing. I ran a finger over it and winced as the painful memory jammed itself into the front of my head. I quickly removed my hand and stood up, pulling on my jeans and sliding on a t-shirt. After grabbing my house key, I called Harry and told him I was ready. Harry was sort of the driver for the group. He never really complained of the position so we paid it no mind.
~This chapter was a teaser if you will. The next chapter I will attempt to make the longest. Attempt. Meaning put forth effort. I have a dentention and then the PCA's come on, so I'm not completely sure. I hope you liked it. Read More Than This and my bestie's stories. Change My Mind and Because You Loved Me. (xoxoNicholePaynexoxo) <3
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