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(In apology of last chapter ((not really sorry lmaooo)) enojy the video to the side)

Luckily, Harry's cries were listened to, and in less than ten minutes, Harry could see the paramedics wheeling someone in, and oh, how he prayed it wasn't Liam. Harry had cried a bit, but then he remembered that there could be a bunch of other Liam Paynes in Wolverhampton, right?

Right?

It was almost as if this was a movie scene, everything went in slow motion, time seemed to freeze. It took ages for the stretcher to pass by Harry, and see the persons' face. 

The problem was, he didn't know what he looked like. The only persons' face they had seen was Niall's when he did the daddy group picture thing. Harry regretted  not asking them for selfies, but now was not the time for regret. He saw two women that looked somewhat like the man on the stretcher rushing behind said stretcher, one of them texting furiously. Harry practically (well he did) jump over the counter to try and catch up to the texing woman. "Miss?"

The frazzled woman looked up. "Yes, what do you want?"

"Is that Liam Payne?"

"Yes, my brother. I am Ruth Payne. I am texting all his contacts to tell the news, including some weird ass chat on Kik that he was invited into but never talked in. Called clitfuck or something?"

Oh.My.Gosh.