The Girl On The Street (complete)

Chapter 25

Chapter 25- The beginning of the after

Ziara's POV. 

A few days after I was admitted to the hospital, they let me go. The doctors said it was strange that I had an almost full recover so soon, but they let me be. Harry and Niall had filled me in with everything as Harry wheeled me down the hallway. That was the downside, the doctors wouldn't allow to walk with weak legs, and Harry wouldn't either. 

"Then Harry beat him up because he was so mad! And then Louis came out all of a sudden when Harry stepped back and tackled him, bringing him down and using the rope to tie him." Niall said, recounting the tale. 

"I wasn't really mad, I was..." He trailed off, whispering by my ear. 

"Oh no, you were mad." Niall argued. 

"Are you ever going to let that go?" 

"Never.. At least, I'm not planning on it.." 

"But Niall." 

"Boys, please stop.. It's kinda hurting my head." I said, putting my hands onto my forehead. Harry looked down at me, with worried eyes. I gave him a small smile and he continued to the path that led outside the hospital. 

"Sorry Z." Niall apologized. 

"Sorry babe." Harry whispered by my ear again. I felt a giddy smile get onto my face. I still couldn't believe that he still wanted me after all I put the boys through. Then again, he was the reason that the boys came after me. I looked into Harry's eyes, which were brighter then ever.

The boys led me out of the doorway, where Harry and I waited for Niall to get the car. He took my hand and gave it a small squeeze. I looked up at him and saw that he still had a worried glint in his eyes.

"Harry, I promise that I'm fine." I told him. The Holmes Chapel boy squatted down to my level and placed a kiss on my forehead. 

"That doesn't mean that I won't be worried for you." He whispered. 

"You don't have too, you know." I whispered back. He gave me a look and I knew that I was never going to change this boys mind, not once. Then again, it's a good thing that he did, because sometimes, I couldn't do it over myself. 

"You ready or what?" Niall asked as he pulled up. I rolled my eyes at the Irish lad but smiled anyway. With these boys by my side I would be okay, life would be worth living. Life might be amazing after all. Harry helped me into the car and then put my wheel chair in the back. Coming to sit next to me, Niall drove to Harry's flat. 

"You two be okay. I don't want another trip to the hospital for a while now." He stated. I laughed and shook my head. 

"Hopefully we won't have too!" I called out. He laughed as well and then went away. Harry pushed me into his flat and I smiled at I passed the hallway. 

"Just like it was." I whispered. 

"yeah, just like it will be." He whispered. We went to his living room and he helped me onto the couch. Living in a wheel chair was going to need some getting use to. Hazza put in a movie and we watched it play, but not really paying attention to it. 

"You do realize that I'm going on tour in a couple days." He stated after a few minutes of silence. I nodded and put my head onto his chest. 

"I know." I whispered as he put his arms around me. 

"I want to go, but then I don't." 

"You have to go." 

"I can choose not too, you do know that right?"