One Direction and basketball? Ya? I don't think so!

Chapter 8: Ouch, it hurts.

Zayns POV:

Me and the other guys heard loud bang come from the basketball court. I jumped up out of the blue fluffy bean bag chair I was sitting in. I ran into the basketball court to see Harry running his hands through his hair repeatedly. Also a unconscious Bree on the ground. “what the heck happened here?!” I screamed at Harry. He shot his head up and looked at me terrified. Logan burst through the door. He looked at Bree shocked. He ran over to her and picked her up. He carried her like a baby and went out of the gym. I stood there shocked. “What happened?!” I screamed at harry again.

“She f-fell,” He said hesitating.

“Ya right,” I said I let out a aggravated huff.”Tell me what happened Harry,” I said calming down, “Now.”

“OkwellImighthavetackledBreeandshefellandhitherhead,” He said so fast I could ALMOST not understand him.

“What is wrong with you?” I said leaving the court.

I angrily pushed open the door to see Bree lying on the ground with everyone surrounding her. “Is she okay?” I asked really worried.

“Shes out cold,” Some guy I forget the name of said. He was a ginger. Muscular. Wait back to Bree. “I know what to do!” I yelled remembering what I saw in some movie. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a cup that was filled with toothbrushes and dumped them in the sink. I put on the water and filled the cup up.

I ran back to Bree and told the others to move away. I noticed Harry looking at us from the basketball court window. I ignored him and poured the water on Brees face. She woke up. And she looked pissed.

Brees POV:

I woke up my cold water being splashed o n my face. I shot my eyes open. “What the hell!!” I yelled. I saw Zayn holding a cup. “Zayn I will stab you,” I said.

“Please don’t. And if you going to stab anyone let it be Harry,” He yelled dropping the cup on the ground, holding his hands up in his defence.

“Harry?” I asked. Why should I stab Harry. Wait why was I asleep? “What happened to me?” I asked getting scared.

“Ask Harry. You guys were playing basketball and then we heard a bang. I came running in and saw you unconscious on the ground,” Zayn said. I could see he was worried about me. Aww. Hes worried about me! Okay Bree, focus. I started to get up. I felt someone put there hand on my stomach pushing me back down. I felt tingly were the person was touching me. I looked down to see Niall's hand. “Please rest,” He said. I looked into his eyes. They mesmerized me. “Okay,” I whispered. I couldn't talk. Niall literally took my breath away.

I layed back down. Thats when I realised I had a very, very, very bad headache. I moaned in pain. “What hurts?” Niall asked.

“My head, and my butt, and my back,” I said. I let out another moan. I think I’m dieing. I thought.

“Um, do you have Advil?” Zayn asked.

“Yeah under the sink in my bathroom,” I said. I felt arms around my waist. Before I knew it I was slung around someones shoulder. I recognized the shirt. Dark purple. “Logan put me down,” I said. I hate when people carry me. I don't know why. I just do. It makes me feel helpless. “I’m just bringing you to your bed,” He said in a low tone.

“Alright,” I said. Logan got to my bed and put me down into my soft fluffy comforter. I pulled it over my head and let out another moan. I’ve never felt so much pain before. Not even when I broke my foot. Long story. Its like so many different places in my body that hurt. Its unbearable. “I have the advil love,” I heard Zayn say. I pulled my blanket of my head and sat up. I let out a little whimper. It hurts to move. And it hurts Breath. Zayn looked at me with pity. I grabbed the advil bottle he held in his hand. “I don’t want your pity,” I said scowling at him.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbled. I ignored him and tried to open the bottle. WHat the hell, why can’t I open it? I screamed. People started to rush over to me. “What happened?” Luke asked.

“I can’t open the damn bottle,” I said. They all started to laugh. Finally I got the bottle open. I took like 4, 500 Milligrams. I pulled the blanket over my head again. I probably have a concussion if I do, I will die. I can’t not play basketball. It’s my life. I can’t abandon my team, they would hate me more. What am I gonna do? Things like that were rushing through my mind. In a couple of minutes I was asleep.

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