Broken

Chapter 47

He came back out wearing his tight black briefs, his cheeks pink. I sat at the window wearing his t-shirt and giggling quietly to myself.

"It's not funny!" he wailed, flopping into the armchair next to me.

"Aww diddums," I teased, throwing my arms around his neck.

"That was...intense," he breathed.

I laughed and sat in his lap, my legs dangling off the armrest sexily.

"I'm glad we locked the door," I giggled.

I hopped off him and turned the radio on, The Vamps pounding through the speakers. I danced around the room, pulling my own pyjamas on before anyone caught us. He pulled his jeans on as I threw his t-shirt back at him, Wendy popping her head in.

"Everything okay in here?" she asked.

We nodded furiously, her eyebrows narrowed as if she was onto something.

"Yip, everything's fine here," I said reassuringly.

"Hmmm," she sighed, slipping away again.

"Fuck that was close," he muttered, raking his fingers through his hair.

I breathed a sigh of relief, stripping the bed and rolling the sheets into a bundle. He cleaned up the spilt orange juice, rescuing most of the fruit and our croissants.

We sat down to eat after working up an appetite, smearing jam onto the pastries.

"The boys want to come visit you later," he said through a mouthful of strawberry.

I sank my teeth into an apple, wondering who he was talking about.

"The boys?"

"Yeah, y'know? Niall, Liam, Louis...Zayn?" he said.

I nodded and smiled, remembering them clearly now. It would be good to talk to them properly after what happened the last time we met.

"Oh yeah! When?" I asked.

"This afternoon?" He checked his watch and looked out the window,"soon actually."

Not long after the boys turned up at my door, strolling in one by one with a different bouquet of flowers each.

"So here's the invalid," said Zayn, handing me a bunch of orange lillies and jasmine.

I grinned and thank him for the flowers placing them on the bed in front of me.

"It's good to see you all clearly this time," I giggled.

They laughed, dotting themselves around the room. I wasn't supposed to have more than three people in the room, but I guessed Wendy would make an exception just for me.

"How have you been?" Niall asked sweetly, placing his bunch of pink carnations next to the window.

"She's a fighter," Harry said grinning.

"Yip," I agreed, flexing my muscles.

"I brought sweets," Louis said chirpily, bursting open a bag of Haribos.

I laughed and he sat on the bed next to me, sharing his sweeties.

"Is the food gross?" Liam asked, making a face of disgust.

"Harry's been bringing me food," I said gratefully.

"Did he make you his famous cupcakes and cookies?" Louis teased.

"Hey!" Harry cried, throwing a grape at his head.

Louis threw one of my pillows at him, turning it into a pillow- food fight. I jumped up and down on my bed, me and Niall singing along to Daft Punk on the radio while feathers floated around us. (Louis had accidentally burst one of my pillows.)

We all collapsed in different corners of the room, trying our best to scoop up the sticky mixture of squished strawberries and feathers into the bin.

"It was really nice to see you guys again," I said at the end of visiting hour.

"I don't wanna go!" Louis pouted.

"Me neither!" The others said in chorus.

We all had a group hug, the boys filing out again and messing around in the corridors together. I laughed as the nurses looked down their noses at them, old grannies in wheelchairs scooting away from them.

Harry and I waved from my window as the jumped up and down in the car park to get our attention.

"They really like you," Harry said laughing.

"I like them too," I smiled, it was good to have a group of friends there for me. It was never something I was really used to.