After getting off the phone, Liam told Niall to grab himself a jacket while he tried to get Zayn to wake up. He told Louis in brief description that they needed to get to the hospital and Zayn got up, startled. Niall took his luggage to the room, washed his face and got his jacket. When he got back the rest of the lads where ready to leave. Louis saw Niall's confused and concerned expression and felt sorry for him. It was obvious that he didn't know what was going on. So Louis quickly whispered an explanation to him, trying to water-down the situation by telling him that it was nothing major (even though Liam had said, "It doesn't look good”).
Niall slipped into his jacket as they left the house. He was extremely anxious and terrified of what they would find when they arrived, but he tried - just like the rest of the boys - to be positive and not jump to conclusions.
Niall's P.O.V.
I could hear the admin. staff and the things they said drove me in sane. It was sheer panic that coursed through my body when I heard the news and I wasn't feeling any better as we entered the hospital. 'I need to see her.' That's all I thought. 'I have to see her now!' They were speculatin about her age. They said something about there being no ambulance and that her boyfriend had brought her in. 'Boyfriend?' That pissed me off, even more than I had expected it to. But I didn't even have time to think about that right now. I just wanted to see her. I needed to see her. As we turned the corner we saw Harry. He said that no one had offered him any info. n he was tired of waitin. He was a mess. We all were. 'Oh, Stace. Please be okay. For our sakes, for my sake, please.'
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