How I met One Direction

Visions

Ouch! My stomach hurt.  

"Esmerella! Esmerella! Can you hear me?" a voice like an angel called to me through the darkness.  

'of course I can hear you.' I wanted to answer.  

"Esmerella! You're going to be alright! Stay with me!" the angel cried out again.  

'Like I can go anywhere. I can't feel anything but the pain in my torso.'  

"Esmerella, don't die. Please, don't die." the angel was quieter now, sobbing.  

The voice was quiet for a minute. Then suddenly there were more. Barely distinguishable from one another. 

"she needs help."  

"thanks Captin Obvious, but we can't take her to a hospital."  

"he's right, she's half vampire. Scare the doctors, and they probably don't have the right tools to heal her."  

"LIAM! Get Liam over here pronto!"  

"Liam! Come here, NOW!"  

Suddenly the pain eased slightly. But it still burned. God, it freaking hurt.  

" Why aren't you healing her?"  

"I'm trying, but it just won't heal!"  

"then try harder!"  

"chill Harry! He's doing the best he can!"  

"apparently that's not good enough." 

"Harry, what's your problem?"  

"you guys, i THOUGHT you people could protect Esmerella."  

"we tried, but you push us to hard!"  

"Perri didn't try."  

"I did try!"  

"really? Because it looks like you encouraged her to go somewhere dangerous and then left her ALONE!!!"  

"back off!!!"  

"or what? You'll brainwash me? News flash: I can't be brainwashed!" 

"alright, Harry, take a chillpill, take a time out, take a break. Go. Leave. We'll take care of Esmerella."  

"but-"  

"no 'but's."  

It was silent for a moment.  

"did you really take Esmerella to a club?"  

A second of silence. 

"and you left her alone?"  

"I was drunk, I wasn't aware."  

"your not drunk now."  

"thanks to Harry and his bucket of freezing water."  

Somebody snickered.  

Then I drifted into unconsciousness.  

---Dream--- 

I look around, I see what looks to be a midevil throne room.  

There are two occupied thrones that are guarded by two important males then a handful of other guards. The larger, plain throne is occupied by a hansome King about thirty-five years old. The smaller more intricate throne by a beautiful Queen about twenty-five, thirty years if age. In the lap of the Queen sits a baby princess. The King presents his daughter with a  

sapphire encrusted cloth crown. the baby girl laughs and claps her hands, obviously pleased.  

Suddenly, the large oak doors at the other end of the hall open to reveal a Royal Messager.