Emma's P.O.V.
I lazily opened my eyes, wincing at the bright lights. While squinting, I started panicking as I took in my surroundings; bandages on my arms, torso and face, crutches to my side, a extremely fuzzy blanket and muscular, tanned arms... Dafuck?!? I was about to let out a giant scream when my nose gave me a shock of pain. I whimpered and softly sobbed while the body around me was shifting. I attempted to sneak away from the person who was holding me but, immediately plopped down on the leather couch due to sharp pain in my left foot and ribs. I rubbed them slowly with my index and middle finger to soothe the pain, which didn't help. I glanced to my right and noticed the crutches I saw before and snatched them for a quick get-away. I hobbled away from the leather chesterfield and turned to face the now snoring stranger. It was Zayn FUCKING Malik!!! Wait what? I jumped up and down like the fangirl I am and tumbled down a set of stairs since my leg gave out from underneath me. I groaned and clutched my leg and tried to withdrawal a strangled cry while gripping my waist. I desperately clung onto a nearby brass doorknob and screeched, "SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!!" Footsteps thundered down the stairs that I recently fell down and surprise surprise, Mr. Sleeping Beauty himself. I whispered cautiously, "Why am I here and where is Kira?" No response. That worried me even more than the fact that I'm all bandaged up and crippled. He carefully lifted me up as if I weighed nothing, (even though I'm REEEAAALLY insecure about my weight) and brought me upstairs without hesitation. Damn, he must be strong. We entered a nicely decorated kitchen with marble tiles and granite countertops. The smell of bacon filled my nose as I inhaled the scent of freshly baked blueberry pancakes. No surprise here, Harry Styles with an apron, danced around the stove while flipping pancakes. I worriedly shifted my gaze around the room only to be greeted by some blonde hair tickling my face and a finger poking my cheek? I screamed for Kira and she miraculously popped out of the next room. I signalled for her to come over to me and enveloped her into a bestie hug. "I'm scared," I whispered to Kira, "what about Carter."
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