“Niall Horan! Where is he?!” Liam yelled in frenzy at the nurse standing at the receptionist area of the hospital, who seemed shocked and a bit scared of him. He was practically shaking with adrenaline and fear,
“E.R. number 101, West wing.” was the nurse’s startled reply. She didn’t bother going through protocol since Liam seemed completely mad with worry. Just as he bolted off, Zayn appeared and yelled at him to slow down. The nurse took one pitiful look at him and gave him the same directions.
Thirty minutes ago
Liam woke up at the sound of his phone. He groaned and sat up, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He yawned and reached for his phone. Harry’s smiling face beamed up from the bright screen. Liam gingerly picked it up. He let his eyes waver to the clock on his nightstand; it read 2:27am. Why is he calling me at this bloody hour? He thought. He sighed and pressed the green button. “Hello?”… “What?”…”Harry, slow down I can’t understand you, mate.”…”WHAT?!”…”Where?!”…”Is he alive??!”. There was a honk from outside his house. “Yeah, he’s here…. Okay.”
Liam jumped into Zayn’s car and without any words, one look at the Bradford lad, made Liam tense. His eyes were red and puffy. Zayn never cries, NEVER. It only made Liam more nervous on what condition Niall was in. He felt himself get a tight feeling in his chest and he felt tears pushing through his eyes, as Zayn drove on. Just as the car was turning the curb into the hospital are, Liam opened his door and jumped out of the car, running straight for the doors. “Liam!” Zayn called.
