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What?

"Liam, why? I've done basketball ever since I entered the dang orphanage and I intend to stay." I sneered towards him.

He sighed, gazed to the hospital room ceiling and shuffled his feet, "Bree, the doctors said it's not in their best interest that you proceed with the labor of the sport."

I pursed my lips and crossed my arms, "May I remind you that I am their most valuable player?"

"Yes, we saw that a few days ago when you won the championships," he exhaled sharply, "But, sweetheart, it's not good for you, you could easily have another attack."

I shook my head, dropping my arms to a crooked position on my lap.

I didn't realize it was that severe.

"Can I continue ballet?" I asked solemnly.

He nodded and looked down at me, "They also said it would be a good idea to start track."

I nodded and bit my lip so hard I drew blood.

"Are you alright?" he asked, unfolding his arms and running them through my hair.

"Yeah, I just wanna go home." I whispered.

The whole reality of it breathed down my neck with a sharp intensity.

He nodded, "You can take a shower before hand if you like. Danielle brought you some clothes last night, they're on the sink."

His feet shuffled out the room in a depressed manner.

I sighed, the heat of the room wrapped around my arms, chills trilling up my spine from the unwelcome outside air.

Chewing my newly bloody lower lip, I shakily stood on the floor, the floor which I hadn't touched for two extremely long days.

The taste of warm copper danced on my tongue, my feet sliding across the floor as I made my way to the quaint bathroom.

Trying to relieve the pressure throughout my body, I walked on my toes as the shower warmed up, stretched my arms over my head and bent down to untwist the knot in my back.

Blowing air through my lips seemed to lessen the ache still prominent in my temples.

I stood in the shower ignoring the loud humming noises from the hospital water heater and taking the pleasure of the warm water beating against my frigid body.

The 'pop' of the soap cap caused me to jump slightly. I squeezed the thick, white liquid onto my hands, slowly running them over my hair.

I rinsed it off quickly, doing the same with my body.

I grabbed the towel from the banister and dried my upper body with it, slowly trailing down to my legs.

A knock on the door caused me to jump.

"Bree, are you alright?" Niall yelled through the door.

My silence probably scared them.

"Y-yeah I-I'm just f-fine!" I replied in fake cheer.

I pounded my fist against my chest to slow the beating of my heart, its rapid pace scaring me.

Once my task was complete, I sighed and stood in front of the mirror.

I ruffled my hair, leaving it straight and using a clip from Danielle to pull it away from my left eye.

Grunting, I yanked a pair of grey and black striped, NIKE compression shorts, then zipping a pastel tie-dyed hoodie with the letters 'P-I-N-K' over my chest.

I slipped on a pair of socks, then ankle UGGS over my feet, the warmth calming me.

Relishing in the scent of home, I wrapped my bony fingers over the door knob, twisted it and stepped into the room where the boys and Danielle were sitting in silence.

Harry noticed me and stood up, walking in my direction.

I cowered the slightest bit as his arms held me in a tight hug.

His arms wrapped around my shoulders and I hugged his body closer.

"You ready to go home, princess?" Louis asked quietly.

"Yeah." I responded, scrunching Harry's shirt in my hands.

He smiled and picked me up, carrying me bridal style out the hospital doors.

Instantly, the flashes of cameras lit our bodies up like lighting.

Everyone slid their sunglasses on, Dani handing me a pair.

I cowered into Harry's chest, realizing that the car was a good half mile away.

Louis and Zayn started yelling for the paparazzi to back away when they started firing the most random questions.

"Boys is this your daughter?"

"How old is she?"

"Harry is this your girlfriend?"

"Why were you at the hospital?"

"Lads is everything okay?"

"Hun could you tell us your name?"

I groaned in aggravation.

Harry mumbled colorful words and used his jacket to cover my eyes.

The sound of feet hitting the brick sidewalk notified me of everyone starting to run.

Two sets froze, Liam and Niall yelled at the paparazzi, as Harry ran it became distant.

His panting ceased as I was set on a hard surface.

I dared to open my eyes, with Liam and Niall rushing right behind Harry, everyone slouched against the car.

I slid the sunglasses off and handed them to Danielle as she huddled into Liam.

"I'm sorry." I muttered and looked down at my hands.

"Now, what are you sorry for? That only happens every bloody time we step outside!" Louis panted, sliding into the drivers seat with a bent smile.

I smiled slightly, "You're sure it wasn't me?"

Zayn scoffed, "Positive."

"We're just glad you're safe." Liam  smiled.

"This wouldn't have happened if-" Niall cut himself short and sighed.

Shaking, I stood up and went to sit by Niall.

I inched closer to him, leaning my head against his shoulder midst the pain throbbing through it.

He turned his train of sight from the window and down at me.

Smiling, he kissed the top of my head, "I'm glad you're okay." he whispered.

Nodding, I pulled my legs up onto the bench-like seats and fell asleep with with hum of the car and Niall stroking my hair.