Face Your Luck (1DFF) *book 2*

I just love her.

Charly's POV;

What the hell has happened to me? I can't see a thing. I can just make out Niall speaking. Louis too. What are they saying?

"I wasn't there!" Said an Irish accent. What? Wasn't there for what? Will someone please tell me what's going on? I tried to move but my body failed to co-operate. My was wouldn't open and my lips wouldn't speak. What is this fuckery?

I listened to Niall's conversation with Louis. He's speaking bullshit. Of course it's not his fault. It's my own damn fault for getting hit by a brick.

Where am I? What's wrong with me???

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Niall's POV;

I sat down on the plastic chair beside the bed and put my head in my hands. What have I done? I haven't protected we and this is what happens.

I heard footsteps walk into the room and I looked up to see the rest if the guys had walked in. Tears filled their eyes. Zayn held Perrie close and Liam wrapped his arms around Jade as Leigh-Anne's shoulders, while Harry wrapped an arm around Jesy. I swallowed. Seeing them cry made me feel worse. What the fuck have I done?

My phone buzzed in my hand and I looked at it. At text from Cher? I opened it up and it read;

From; Cher<Charly's BFF

What happened with Charly? It's all over twitter saying that shes in hospital or something? I tried calling but no answer? X

I dialed her number and ave her the same explanation as I did to Pearl. She was extremely upset, well you would be if your best friend was put in a coma, she said she was getting a flight in four days as she still has shows but I'm to text her any progress.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket and turned to face Charly again. I sighed. My princess. I love her with all my heart. I love the way she licks off the icing before eating a cake, I love the way she scrunches up her nose and shuts her eyes when she laughs really hard, I the smile on her face whenever she performs, I love the way she decorated her ceiling in drawings because she though plain white was boring, I love that she still has a strong Scottish accent and I struggle to understand her if she talks really fast, I love the way whenever I'm upset she wipes away my tears kissed my cheek and holds me close, she always knows just what to say, I lie the way she concentrates when she plays the guitar, the way her curly hair bounces off her shoulders and her eyes gleam a perfect blue, the way she's not bothered if she eats like a horse in front of me, how she's not got a thigh gap and she's not afraid to show her body. I love her sarcastic personality as sense of humor. But most of all I love her smile. The way her straight teeth show when she gives a full grin. Her dimples and shiny lips. I just love her.