Can You Manage? (1D Fanfic)

Chapter 33

I awoke later on a bed. I guess it was the recovery room, since there was a sign on the wall that said "Recovery Room."

For some strange reason, my leg was perfectly fine. Where was the cast? The swelling? Anything?! I lifted my leg, and didn't feel any pain. This was not right. I heard the door open, and saw Harry and Liam walk in...but they both had blonde hair!

"Whoa! Guys!" I said, confused. "What's with the new hair?!" They both looked totally ridiculous. They smiled, but didn't talk.

"Guys?" I asked nervous. They both walked up to me, silent.

"Guys?!"

Suddenly, Harry grabbed my shoulders and planted his lips on mine. Liam just stood there, watching.

I squealed, then pushed Harry away.

"WHAT WAS THAT?" I cried. Harry giggled. "WHY are you guys blonde? WHY are you kissing me?!" I crouched myself into a ball. Harry only extended his arm to my face again, and I kept pushing him away. "STOP!" I cried.

Suddenly, I woke up. Wait?! That was all a dream? I looked down at my leg, and it was covered. I pulled off the covers, and saw a boot. I was wrapped in an ACE bandage inside.

"Good evening, love." said a voice from behind me. It was Louis. He came over with a tray of tea, and for me, apple juice, since I didn't like tea.

"H-h-h-hi." I stuttered, hoping this wasn't a dream. I lifted my leg. Pain shot through my leg. "OWWWW!" I cried.

Lou placed my leg on the pillow. "Don't move it." he said. "I'll text Niall to get you some Advil."

"What...what time is it?" I asked, wiping my eyes.

"About 10:30." said Louis. "The show ended half an hour ago."

"Ah." I said, nodding. "So how long was I out for?"

"Since two o' clock."'

"Oh the medicine was THAT powerful?" I looked at Louis, who sipped his teacup, then shrugged.

"I picked you up and brought you back to the hotel at around two thirty. The boys haven't seen you since, and they're really worried."

That was nice to hear.

"They INSISTED that they come with me to get you, but Simon didn't want the paps to find everyone going to get you."

"Where are they now?"

"They're waiting outside the hotel."

"and the fans?"

Louis nodded.

"What do we do?" I asked.

"We're taking you out to dinner for the sake of the press, and because we're STARVING."

I giggled. Of course they were. "So where are we going?"

"Erm, well Niall suggested McDonald's, but I said we should go to a Red Robin."

Yum.

"So...when will they be-"

The other four boys burst through the door, and ran over to me. Niall tossed his CVS bag on the table, and joined the others as they surrounded me.

They all immediately started asking me questions.

"-here." I finished, only to see Louis cracking up.

"Look at her leg!" said Liam, placing his hands underneath my boot and lifting it.

"OWWWWW!" I cried, and Liam quickly dropped it, making me wince in more pain.

"Liam!" Louis cried.

"I've got the Advil." said Niall, getting up and grabbing his CVS bag. "Here." He popped some Advil out of the container and handed them to me.

"Thanks." I said, before downing them with my apple juice. "So I hear we're going out to dinner?"

"Yes." said Harry, who sat down at then end of the couch.

"Where to?"

"Red Robin." Zayn said. "So everyone dress a little nice please!"

I carefully swung my legs over the couch,and tried to stand up, but I couldn't.

"Oh, almost forgot." said Lou, who ran to the bathroom. "You need to ride this." He brought out a wheelchair.

"You've GOT to be kidding me." I said, rubbing my temple.

"Doctor's orders." said Lou.

"Dibs on pushing her!" said Harry, jumping up.

And honestly, these boys were the WORST wheelchair pushers I've ever seen.