Free Fallin' (Niall Horan)

Chapter 8;

Chapter 8;

-Kendall's POV-

"No Niall! Don't shoot me!" I shouted dramatically.

He laughed and shot me anyways. Lovely.

I hid behind a wall and waited for my lights to start flashing again. When they started to, I jumped out of my hiding spot and shot a stranger.

"Ha ha! Victory is mine!" I shouted. I heard Niall's laugh all the way over here. It's so cute.

I tip-toed over to a new spot. I stood there for a few minutes and spotted Niall coming around the corner. I jumped out to shoot him, but instead, I got pushed down on the ground. Rather hard.

I yelped at the feeling of my bones snapping. At least, that's what it felt like.

My eyes teared up and I sat there holding my arm. Wow. I'm a wimp.

Niall jogged over to me.

"Oh my god! Are you ok?!" He exclaimed.

"Just peachy." I muttered. Niall chuckled.

"I'll take that as a no." He strided. I nodded. "Here, let me help you out of here." He stood up and slipped his laser gun in his holster.

He reached down and scooped me up in his arms. Through all the pain in my left arm, I bared a smile.

"Thank you." I breathed.

"Anything for you." He smiled. I think he just made me blush.

*2 hours later.*

I broke my left fore arm. I now have a purple cast on it. Stupid ass of a child.

Niall was out in the waiting room. He wasn't aloud to come with me to get x-rays or anything because for one, he isn't related to me. And for two, i'm seventeen.

The nurse called him in after my cast was on. I sat on my bed patiently for Niall. He stepped in slowly.

"How's it feeling?" He asked.

"A little sore, but bearable." I shrugged. He nodded. He walked over to my bed and sat down next to me.

"I'm glad you're ok." He smiled. I felt my cheeks getting warm, so I instantly looked down at my hands. I fiddled with my fingers a little.

"Thanks." I said quietly.

He placed two of his fingers on my chin and tilted my head towards his face.

"You don't have to be shy around me. It's cute, but its sexy if you are yourself." He explained. I nodded. He leaned over and...and...and.. kissed my cheek. "You ready to go home?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Then let's go." We got up off the bed and walked out of the room. We walked out to the lobby. Paul was waiting there.

"How you feeling sweetie?" He asked patting my shoulder. I chuckled.

"I'm fine, just not exactly sure how well i'm going to take pictures." I frowned.

"How long did the doctor say you had to keep it on for?" He wondered.

"Six to eight weeks." I humphed.

"Well that's good, because the boys don't have another shoot until we get to Florida. Four weeks from now. Teach Lou, or Caroline a little about it and they can help you." He smiled. I grinned and nodded.

"Sounds good."

"Let me sign it!" Niall exclaimed, out of no where. I gave him a strange look but allowed him to sign my cast. He wrote,