Bad Confessions
-Niall-
I eat when I'm nervous, so the tour bus was about to go empty of food. No one had heard from Harry or Ashley since last night, and the news broadcasted that so far, the hurricane had killed four hundred people. I reached in the bag of chips and grabbed a handful, then went to Liam's bed. He always knows how to calm people down.
"Hey Niall. You doing okay lad?" Liam had that kind of voice that you could feel better just by hearing it.
"Not at all Liam. I'm worried sick about Harry and Ashley. He's never gotten into this kind of trouble before. Can't we do anything?"
"I'm afraid not. I'll call him in a bit. He probably won't answer, but I th-"
"Breaking News!" the TV cut in. "Boy band star of One Direction, Harry Styles, is found in the hospital with a blonde woman by the name of Ashley Hardigree. Harry is worse off, with a concussion, broken foot, and major traumatization to the skull and spinal cord. Ashley has two broken ribs and a sprained wrist. They are both in the same room of ICU due to the fact they were together when found and when traumatic situations occur, doctors find it comforting to have people you know with you. Their location is closed due to the popularity of Styles. We'll have more as soon as the story unfolds."
"MY HARRY'S ALIVE! MY HARRY'S ALIVE!" Louis shouted.
"Yes, Lou. But who knows how long? And apparently no one knows where he is. I'll start making calls. No, we'll all start making calls. Start calling every hospital you think might be helpful. And make sure you introduce who you are so they don't hang up. Hurry, lads. We've got to find Harry." Liam always knew what to say. He looked like he was done talking, but then decided to add some more. "And make sure they can arrange a secret arrival for us so we don't give away Harry and Ashley's location." The boys got out their mobiles and laptops and started looking up nearby hospitals. I hope Harry's okay...
-Harry-
I opened my eyes and as soon as I did, I wished I hadn't. Everything hurt. I couldn't remember anything that had happened unless I tried, and I really didn't want to remember anything. Being thrown out of the window, hearing someone screaming, thudding on the ground..wait. Who was screaming? It was a girl...Ashley! I can't believe I had forgotten about her! I hope she's alright. Where is she? "Doctor? Anyone? I need some help in here please." I screamed as loud as my throat would let me to get some help sitting up and finding Ashley. Within thirty seconds, a doctor and a nurse were in my room. "Can you please help me sit up? I'm not very comfortable." Once they let me prop my head and apparently broken foot up, I asked about Ashley. "I need to know where Ashley Hardigree is. She's got blonde ha-" The doctor cut me off by pushing the curtain to my left away and allowing me to see the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Ashley was lying there sleeping, with just a couple broken ribs and a sprained wrist. She looked so peaceful sleeping...she was sleeping beauty. How did she get hurt though? Did she come out and find me on the ground, then get thrown herself? "Doctor, how did she get hurt?" My voice was quieter than a pen dropping. "Did she try to come see me and save me? Did the hurricane do this?" I pushed back my hair. How stupid I had been. How could I have forgotten about the storm?
"Mr. Styles, we found her about fifty feet from you. We suspected she was a fan, but we put her in your room in case she wasn't. I guess she's not a fan."
