~Niall's P.O.V~
Louis straightens his posture, his face perking up at the subject we were talking about. "Is he dead?" He asks.
"What the fuck? No!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm fucking sure!"
"Alright, alright. So only a small wrist fracture?"
"Yes."
"Oh. Okay, then."
I turn to Liam. "I assume you have thoughts about this?" I ask him.
"Uh. Well, he got in a car accident, fractured his wrist. What else is there to it?"
"Hmm. I like your thinking."
"Um. Thanks?"
"Welcome."
"Well are we just going to fucking sit here? We need to go check on him!" Natalie says, trying to get up from her hospital bed.
"Natalie.. Do.. Do you care for Harry?" I respond, taking a step closer to her bed.
"O-Of course not. I.. I just-"
"You mean all this time, you've liked him?"
"I just-"
"And you've been afraid to tell him because you're afraid he wouldn't feel the same way?"
"JESUS NIALL, LET ME FUCKING TALK!"
"Okay, okay. Go on."
"I. I just want to go see, alright? Lets go."
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