On Tour [HS]

Seventy Six

Love
25 September - England

It's only been an hour since I woke up from my medicated sleep and it certainly wasn't a satisfying time because I feel utterly exhausted, fading in and out of consciousness but struggling to keep my eyes shut. Harry hasn't moved from my bedside once, keeping watch over me especially when nurses come in to check on me.

He's been assuring me that it's okay to sleep, I barely got any when I was being held hostage but my body remains in the same fight or-flight I was experiencing. My mind has been all over the place, it's the one thing that hasn't slowed with the aid of drugs like my body and pain.

Laid in a hospital bed is exhausting, it almost makes you feel worse than you are but I know multiple of my ribs are broken, something I had assumed from the get-go considering the colour and pain I had been in beforehand. The car accident earlier today definitely didn't help their condition but simply being back in the presence of my fiance has lifted my spirits.

My parents came up not long after I woke up, my mum desperately crashing into my arms sobbing while my dad tried to pry her off worried she was going to hurt me. It was perfectly fine with me though, having her here in a time of need greatly outweighed any pain inflicted by our embrace – I needed it to heal the hole in my heart.

When they both calmed... which took a while, it felt like I needed to be caught up on so much. I just wanted to know how my babies were, if they were all okay and safe which thankfully they are, Romeo being the only one who understood probably helped. I've missed my babies more than words could ever describe, there's a pain in my chest no drug could ever get rid of, only being reunited with the small humans I created.

Harry promised that his mum would bring them to see me once Romeo was picked up from school in a few hours which relaxed me, but I continually asked him for the time getting excited as it grew closer.

My other main priority was Niall – a very huge priority for my heart and mind. He was in emergency surgery that I assumed was for his arm due to Peter breaking it in the process of us escaping. It was pretty mangled and looked painful, the sight made me feel so sick and I probably would've vomited if I hadn't been so concentrated on driving to get us away.

He was chilled for the majority of the car ride until he came more around and the adrenaline began to wear off, the pain beginning to knock him unconscious and he wasn't awake when I crashed so he most likely has no idea it even happened. Which could be for the best, I don't know how he'll take the news.

About twenty minutes ago Harry got a frantic phone call from Amelia who is currently sitting on a plane waiting to take off to do some work in America for the next week, something she was sobbing over because there was no way she could get out of it. Apparently, the hospital had phoned her due to her number being the one for Niall in an emergency and she was freaking out that she had no way of getting here to be there for him. Still, we promised to update her when she landed in California.