Getting in shape... with Liam Payne

I Fell... (part 1)

yeeeaahhh.... I haven't updated in literally forever. But I have my reasons, nevertheless I sincerely apologize and I understand if you no longer want to read this fanfic. but please do read on!! you don't want to miss out on all the dramas i have in store xDD

ALICE’S P.O.V.

“Hey” was all the boy said. One syllable: that was all it took for him to make my heart race and have blood rush to by cheeks causing my already prominent blush to intensify even more. My whole body froze as though it had been struck by lightning. I was utterly perplexed by the fact that he spoke to me first that I forgot I was on a treadmill which was turned up to a high speed.

OH HOLY SHI-

The last thing I heard was a loud thumph as my head hit the side of the treadmill. After that all went black.

My first attempt to open my eyes resulted in me getting blinded by an unnaturally bright light coming from an unknown source.  After three futile attempts, I gave up and let out an annoyed sigh. Eyes still closed, I found the feeling in my right arm and forced it to reach over to my bedside table so I could turn the night-lamp off.

How come that thing is on anyway? Huh… Where’d the table go…?

I moved my flabby arm around a bit more vigorously, now in a desperate attempt to find the table that was never there to begin with. When the table didn’t magically appear, I gave up on that quest too. My brain seemed to be overcome with some dense fog through which rational thoughts seemed to have a hard time penetrating. It took me a good few minutes to realize that opening my eyes would be great help if I wanted to know where I was. Struggling against the blinding, white light I finally managed to open one eye mid-way.

Wait… this isn’t my room.

And then it hit me. Like a truck. Monster truck. On a highway. Going all-out, lights blazing, full fucking speed. I was in a bed in the Medical Help section of Platinum Gym. Because I fell of the goddamn treadmill. How’d I get here, I wondered? Did Mr.Hottie bring me here? My eyes blasted open and I shot up, almost losing my balance and falling off the low wooden bed, at the memory of the walking version of a Greek god who-

Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod if he carried you here, then I swear to god you are the world’s greatest imbecile. How does one remain unconscious whilst in toned, muscular arms like his??!

But as I scanned the nurse’s neat white room, there were no signs of my Mr.Hottie. Disappointment rushed over me even as I tried to suppress it. My head was still in a daze, as was the rest of my body. I realized that I didn’t feel any pain whatsoever anywhere in my body which was odd seeing as I’d fallen hard enough to lose consciousness. I tried to focus my stare on the small painting on the wall opposite my bed. But I couldn’t even make out exactly what the painting was of. What was wrong with me? Where was this numb sort of feeling coming from? Was I given painkillers? Or perhaps something stronger – like morphine. That would explain the numbness present in my limbs making them feel limp and useless.

I must have hurt myself pretty bad if they gave me morphine, I thought to myself as I plopped back down onto the soft mush of pillows and thought over today’s earlier events. He had talked to me. He’d said “hey” and then I’d lost my balance and fallen of my treadmill. But what happened afterwards? Was he even speaking to me? If so, was he concerned enough to have carried-

Ok Alice, maybe saying that he carried you here is raising your expectations a bit too high. After all, he doesn’t even know you.

Yeah, but he talked to me so he must’ve wanted to get to know me.

Maybe he wasn’t talking to you. Or maybe he was going to say something like “Hey… could you please pick another treadmill? My girlfriend’s going to be using this one.”

HE DOES NOT HAVE A GIRLFRINED.

You don’t know that. He could.

Shut up.

My internal dilemma came to a stop when I heard a door creak open to my left. I turned to the door, expecting to see one of the nurses in their crisp white outfits and straight-out-of-the-dentist’s bright smiles. Instead, in the thin gap between door and wall; stood a tall; masculine figure. My heart sprang up, tripped over itself and fell face first as I recognized the figure to be mr.Hottie.

 He’s HERE. Asdfghjkl;’- So he was talking to me after all! At least that’s now a much more plausible possibility.

I smiled gently, feeling a blush creep into my cheeks. The blush intensified as I noticed that, he too, was smiling. At me. With the most flippin’ gorgeous smile I had ever witnessed in my life.

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