Live While We're Young

Chapter 32

"It probably just fell," I say.

"No, he picked it up and threw it at the ground. I saw him do it, he's mad at me. What if there's no more One Direction because of ME!" Harry screams.

"It's not your fault!" I scream back, slightly annoyed.

The door opens and a nurse walks in, jumps slightly and walks back out. Almost immediately a janitor walks in, the nurse following behind him.

"Excuse me, I have to take him to get X-rays, we will be back momentarily." She says.

I sit down on the small couch, watching the janitor clean up the shards of glass.

He finishes up and walks out of the room. He picked up the flowers and left them on the table.

"Harry, Zayn?!" A familiar voice is echoing from outside the door.

"In here!" I open the door.

"Where's Harry?!" Niall asks, right before Liam could say anything.

"He's getting X-rays, he's fine," I say.

"Where's Zayn?" Liam asks.

I stay quiet, staring him in the eyes. I'm afraid he will get mad over him being in ICU.

"Where's Zayn?!" He asks more sternly, grabbing me by the shoulders.

"He's.." I start.

"Bloody hell! Where is Zayn?!" A tear falls down his cheek.

He probably is now thinking Zayn has, uhm, passed away, which he hasn't that I know of so I better make sure he knows that.

"He's in ICU," I say.

"What?!" Niall screams.

"I'm sorry, it's not my fault!" I say.

"Of course not! It's NEVER your fault!" Niall says sarcastically, throwing his hands in the air.

"Niall, STOP!" Liam says, throwing himself between Niall and I.

I doubt Niall would hurt me, but apparently Liam thinks differently.

"I...I'm sorry.." He mumbles.

"Where's the ICU?" Liam asks.

"No visitors allowed.." I say.

"Excuse us," the nurse says, ushering Harry back into the room. Either time flew fast or taking X-rays doesn't take long anymore.

"Harry!" Niall says, hugging him tightly.

"Ouch!" Harry says.

"Oh, sorry lad.." He says.

Harry lays back down onto his hospital bed.

"Any broken bones?" Niall asks.

"I don't know, it's going to take a while before I know," Harry says.

A different nurse walks in, holding a clip board.

"Who here needs to see Mr. Zayn Malik?" She asks.

"We all do!" I answer, so she doesn't get bombarded by all of us screaming for him.

"Okay, I just need to check on him, let him relax a bit, and then I'll come back to get you in about two hours!" She says, walking out of the room.

'Come back, we get to see Zayn in about two hours!' I text Louis.

I sit on the end of Harry's bed, thankful he's okay. I'm sure Zayn is okay too, considering I get to see him in two hours.