Forever & Always (Completed)

38- Swift is Sly

I immediately got up and ran over to see the commotion. It was Harry. One of the lights had fallen, just as Harry walked under it. I guess you could say bad timing? Everyone ran over to see if he was okay, but he wasn’t responding to anyone. His arm was covering his body, I’m guessing as a reflex to save himself. I could see his bone, so I think he had broken it.

“Hazzah?!” Amelia yelled, beginning to sob. 

“Harry, wake up!” Louis got down on his knees, letting a tear fall, as Harry wasn’t responding. After about a moment of Louis trying to get Harry to wake up, the paramedics arrived and brought him out on a gurney to the ambulance, bandaging up his arm.

“Okay, only two passengers.” The paramedic said, as Amelia and Louis hopped in the back of the ambulance. “You can meet us at the nearest hospital in about twenty minutes.” After they left, Niall ran back up on stage and explained to Natalie what had happened. 

“I’m so sorry everybody, but One Direction has to leave immediately.” She paused for the audience’s reactions, which were boos. “But, every one of you will get a free postponed performance by them, when Harry recovers.” That’s when the crowd began to cheer. She said goodbye and then the show was finished.

“Alright, lets call Simon and get going to the hospital.” Liam told us, taking out his phone. He dialed Simon’s number and after three rings, he picked up.

“Liam? What’s up?” Simon’s muffled accent spoke through the phone.

“Harry, he was hurt at the interview today.” Liam broke the news to him.

“Hurt? Hurt how?” He was speaking much louder this time. Liam didn’t know what had happened, only I had, so he handed me the phone.

“Harry was walking out of the bathroom just as a light had fallen from the ceiling.” I paused waiting for a reaction but there was none. 

“Okay, I’ll have his information shipped to the hospital.” He told me, and just as I was about to answer, he asked me, “Who am I speaking to?” Oh yeah! Simon hasn’t spoken to any of us yet. 

“My name’s Skylar,” I mentioned, but then Niall took the phone.

“She’s my girlfriend, Simon.” He told her, all happy and smiley. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw his.

“Very well, now you all get going to see if Harry’s alright. I’ll call you later.” Simon said, then immediately hung up.

“Alright, let’s get going.” Zayn said, holding Blakely’s hand as the group walked out the door. Niall, however, had to go to the bathroom, so I waited behind for him with Layla. I was looking around the studio because it was so fascinating, as was Layla. Just as I turned my head to the right, I saw someone watching us.

“Skye, do you see her?” Layla nudged me, as the woman began walking towards us. Taylor Swift. “What are you doing here?” Layla asked Taylor is a sassy tone.

“I can be here if I want to, you don’t control me.” She spat out at us.

“Why would you be here, though?” I asked, but tried to sound innocent so she would tell us the answer.

“I was watching One Direction, then when I saw you and your little friends come on stage, I had some fun.” She told us, winking. What did she mean by ‘fun’?

“Fun?” Layla asked, just as Niall came out of the bathroom.

“Hi Niall, how are you?” Taylor asked him, in a sweet tone, which was completely different to how she sounded while talking to us.

“Hi Taylor, what are you doing here?” Niall asked her, confused.

“Having fun.” she paused, and chuckled, “I better get going, my job here is done.” She told us, then skipped out of the studio. That was weird.