"Stop!" Danielle cried out. As if that would work, Dani. She didn't know Eddie and Tom like I did.
Seeing that Danielle's attempts weren't working, Charlene tried her hand at stopping the fight. "Hey, you two! Leave right now or I'm calling the cops!" Eddie and Tom slowly put down their fists, eyeing the blonde beauty warily before bustling out of the diner. As soon as the two drove away in their car, Niall collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain. Zayn wobbled over to Harry, checking his pulse.
"It's steady."
"What happened?" Charlene gasped, eyeing the groaning Niall and the unconscious Harry.
"These two butt in," Zayn almost growled. Scared that he was angry, I looked up at him, not sure if I could handle any more anger. Instead of anger in his eyes though, I found only tears. He was upset that his friends had gotten hurt.
"We were helping," Niall protested.
"Helping with what? Bruising your face?! Niall, our fans are going to notice! They miss very little! What are they going to say, Niall? What about Simon? Management? I swear, Niall, sometimes I don't even think you try to act stupid!"
Niall hung his head, and a heavy silence fell upon our group. "What happened to Harry?" Danielle finally asked.
"Harry and Niall came over and they started yelling something about Cammie to Tom. And Tom got frustrated, so he pushed Harry. His head hit the table, and he became unconscious. So then Niall jumped in and the three got in a fight. I tried to stop them, but, obviously I failed," Zayn explain while Danielle attended to Harry.
"Guys, we have to get him to the hospital. He's lost a lot of blood," Danielle concluded, wiping some stray tears from her cheeks. Zayn nodded, moving to pick up Harry, cradling him like a child. If this were an other occasion, I would burst out laughing at the sight. But with Zayn crying and Harry unconscious with blood dripping from somewhere under his mop of curly hair, the sight was quite pitiful. It made me want to curl into a little ball and sob.
Charlene and Dani ran ahead to hold open the diner doors for Zayn, Charlene's coworkers gaping at the sight before them. "Nothing to see here, nothing to see. Keep working. You saw nothing!" she called back. We all left the diner quickly and gently placed Harry in the van before speeding off to the hospital. Literally. Danielle was weaving in and out of traffic and speeding through yellow lights before they turned red.
We finally arrived, Charlene running into the emergency room to warn the doctors about Harry's condition. Zayn carried in again, and doctors immediately swarmed us, helping Zayn lower Harry onto a gurney. They wheeled Harry off and ushered the rest of us into a huge waiting room.
Danielle and I immediately found seats and sat down, too afraid to stand any longer. My knees were shaking so much from everything that just happened. Charlene stood off to the side, not sure of what exactly to do. She didn't really know Harry personally, but two of her new friends were pretty shaken up about this. Zayn stood in the doorway, a blank look on his face. His eyes were cloudy, hiding the pain and fear I hope are there.
"Party for Mr. Styles?" a nurse called from the doorway behind Zayn.
Our heads all snapped to her, but it was Charlene who spoke. "Yeah, that's us five."
"Mr. Styles will be fine. He seems to have gone unconscious after a knock to the head. We patched up the cut, and he's no longer bleeding. He's awake now, and in a little pain, but that's expected. It was quite a blow he took. We want to keep him overnight in case something malfunctions and he slips into a coma while he's sleeping."
We all nodded, clearly relieved that he was okay. "Can we see him?" Danielle asked. The nurse nodded and led us down a few halls until we stopped outside a closed door.
"He's right through there. Another nurse will be coming in a few minutes with some painkillers for him."
"Thank you," I told her as Zayn opened the door and led us all inside.
Harry was laying in the hospital bed, his teeth grit and pain evident in his eyes. A glass of water rested on a table next to the bed, along with a child's book of crossword puzzles. When he heard the door open, Harry turned his head to look at us and tried to hide the pain he was obviously in. "Hey, guys. Vas hapenin?" he tried to joke.
Danielle and Charlene giggled while Zayn mock glared at him. "Hey, Styles! That's m y line!" Niall took it upon himself to run over to Harry and wrap him in a Horan Hug.
"Hi, Niall," Harry greeted into Niall's shoulder. "Did we win the fight?"
"Yeah, no," Niall answered. Harry frowned a little.
"Ni, you got hurt," Harry pouted, pointing at the bruise forming on Niall's cheek.
"Yeah, only a little. How are you feeling though, mate?" Harry shrugged in response. The rest of us all stood watch as Niall and Harry talked. Soon their conversation stopped, and silence settles upon us all.
The silence was broken after about five minutes by Harry chuckling lightly. "What's so funny, Haz?" Danielle asked.
"I was just imagining what it would have been like to have Louis in the fight with us. He probably would have sassed Tom and Eddie all the way to America," Harry joked, laughing a little harder.
The rest of us laughed along too, imagining Louis in that situation. "Shit!" I called out suddenly.
"What, Cam?"
"Louis and Liam!" As if on cue, my phone rang, Liam's name displaying on the Caller ID.
"Hello? Liam?"
"Cameron! Did you all really ditch us back at the diner?" Liam called out.
"Nice prank!" Louis congratulated in the background.
"Yeah," I said awkwardly.
"Very funny, you guys," Liam said, chuckling a little. "Seriously though, where are you? It's getting chilly out here and we left our jackets in the van."
"Um, we're at the, um, we're at the hospital," I told my brother, shifting in my seat.
Everything was silent on the other line and I thought he had hung up until I heard, "WHAT?!"
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FanficHi. I'm Cameron "Cammie" Rose. I'm seventeen years old. Homeschooled. Have parents that don't care. Etc. Etc. People think they know me. But they don't. They say I'm a geek because I ace all of my online classes. They say I'm a loser because I spend...