Liam's POV:
I went back to Tina and John's house for the first time since the accident to pick some clothes up for Amber. I tossed some loose, comfy clothes in a backpack and quickly drove back to the hospital. It was around nine in the morning when I walked into her room to find her still asleep.
The room was dark, so I went to open up the shades. The light from outside hit her face and woke her up instantly. "Good morning, Love. I'm sorry I woke you up." She stretched and blinked her eyes a few times as I brushed her messy hair out of her eyes, trying not to hit her stitches.
"Hi," She muttered to me with a sweet smile. Her left hand got a hold of my shirt collar and pulled me in to steal a kiss; I let her do whatever she wanted. "Am I going home now?"
"Yes, I brought you some clothes to change into." I sat the backpack on an empty chair in the room. "And then we're catching a flight back to London tonight with Lilli and Niall."
"Okay, could you help me?" She pushed the covers off of her fragile body and tossed her legs over the edge of the mattress. I shoved my arm under her legs and slid her the rest of the way off, being careful not to hurt her anymore than she already was.
Once she was up, she was alright; she walked over to the bad and pulled out the grey sweatpants I packed for her. I checked my phone for Twitter. 'Coming home today! My Love is doing so much better<3' I updated it and let everyone know how she was doing. When I looked up, Amber was holding the pants in her unbroken hand and staring at them.
"Something wrong, Love?" I pondered.
Her sad, blue eyes looked over at me; her blonde hair whipping around her neck when she turned. "I need your help again." I looked at her arm and gave her a half-hearted smile.
"No problem at all." I pushed myself off the bed to go and help her. I untied the hospital gown and let it fall to the ground; her bruised body was exposed and I stared at her, wishing I could fix her. I crouched down and slipped her feet into the sweatpants. My hands guided them up her legs and tied them to loosely hang on her hips; I stopped to trace the black and blue mark above our baby.
She moaned at I pulled her broken arm through the holes of a cropped tank top and almost screamed in pain as I pulled on her hoodie. I hated hurting her like this, but I knew there was nothing I could do. She looked down once it was on her; I went to pull her slippers out of the bag. "I love Liam Payne?"
"Yeah, it's your favorite sweatshirt, right?" A smile grow on her lips and she let out a quick giggle. "Let's get you home now." She was discharged and I drove her to her parent's house so we could get ready to leave.
Everyone was at the house, wishing her a quick recovory and a safe trip home. We spent the rest of the day laying on a sofa talking to people we probably wouldn't see for another six months; I know how much this distance thing killed Amber. "Thank you all so much. I'll call when we get back to the flat. Love you guys!" She hugged everyone one last time and we were off to the airport. By seven o'clock, our plane had taken off and we were on our way home to London.
