One Life

Chapter Ten

"Is she alive?" Irish accent.

There was a slight poking at my head which kind of hurt.

"Incase she is, I think we need a lawyer."

"No, no. We can burry her body... No, no. Wait! We can make it look like an accident."

"Should we tell Paul?"

I don't think I knew whose voice was whose... But for sure, none of these were Harry's. None were Liam's aswell because he wouldn't try to hide my death, as far as I'm concerned.

I couldn't quite feel my body, but I still had my nose sense, and some one had definitely had a hotdog with onions. Other than that, Harry's cologne, that I could recognize all the way from Japan, filled my nose the most.

The poking at my head moved down to my neck.

"She's breathing!"

Was I not breathing before? Or did they not check my pulse from the beginning? Idiots...

My eyes blearily cracked open, not being able to make out where I was, but I could make out Niall's blonde hair above my face.

When my eyes opened entirely, everything fell in view.

Harry was holding me in his arms, Niall, Zayn, and Louis surrounding me, and Liam was barely trudging in with an ice pack.

When he placed it on my head -where it didn't even hurt- I whispered a thank you. He looked worried. I really needed the ice pack on my left knee, but I didn't want to make him feel like his effort was worthless.

Harry still hadn't said anything, but his slow breathing made me let my head fall to the side into his chest weakly.

When the ice pack fell off of my head at my actions, Harry replaced it with his chin.

"I deserve a thank you toooo!" Niall whined.

I don't know why, but I laughed barely with my eyes drooping. "Thank you, Blondie."

"Especially me though! You're not so light." Louis said this.

"Why?"

"I dragged you out of that crowd of girls, nearly getting myself killed in the process."

That would explain when he had a different shirt on. Either because he had changed it because it had gotten torn, or because he came back out of the crowd of girls shirtless.

"Leave her alone guys." Said Liam.

And they pouted, going else where.

From the corner of my eye Zayn sat there texting, or whatever on his iPhone.

"Where are we?"

"The hotel." Harry whispered to me.

His chin did start to bring a slight pain to the top of my head, but I ignored it. My knee was the thing killing me. I groaned.

"Didn't you have rehearsals?"

"Yeah. And you've been unconscious since."

I don't understand how it all went down, but maybe it was best if I didn't know.

Suddenly parts of my body un-numbed here and there, and majority was pain. Lots and lots of it.

"Where's your... Um, your beanie?" At this point, I had leant on the arm of the couch, to look at Harry.

"I saw some fan wearing it." He chuckled.

"W-why?!"

"If you hadn't noticed, you were wearing the one that had my name on it..."