Harry:
"I'm gonna go call Harry, okay?" Your mom whispers to you, hovering over your hospital bed as she tightly holds your hand. You groan a slights response to indicate that you heard her and she raised your hand to her lips, kissing it lightly before gently setting your hand down on the side of your hospital bed. She slowly walks to the door, not wanting to take her eyes off of you for a second. She goes out into the hallway but leaves the door open, rendering you able to hear every word she says. After a few buttons, she holds her phone to her ear and leans against the glass wall separating you from her.
"Hi Harry." she murmurs after a few seconds. She pauses.
"Actually, everything's not okay. Y/N's hurt." She shut her eyes, as if saying the very words caused her physical pain.
"She... she was mugged a few hours ago in downtown London. They got her as she was getting into her car, pushed her to the ground. She's pretty torn up. And she has a few broken ribs. I--" She pauses once more to hear Harry's response.
"No. No. Thankfully the police were nearby and got to her before that could happen. The two men were arrested. But Y/N is going to need to stay in the hospital for at least a few more days." She sighs.
"Yes, yes of course. I'll be here. No problem. Bye Harry." Soon as she returns to your room, and you begin to doze off once more, the painkillers causing you to fade in and out easily. As the room turns black, you feel your mother coming to your side. When you wake hours later, you open your eyes, expecting to see your mom beside you, reading a magazine or replacing your bedside flowers. Instead, Harry sits on a chair beside you, face-down on the hospital bed, weeping.
"Harry." you mumble weakly. His head snaps up, facing you with red eyes and tear-streaked cheeks.
"oh my god Y/N." he says, standing up to give you a hug. You hiss at the contact, your chest still in pain. He recoils.
"Oh Y/N. I'm so sorry, love." He takes a look at you and bites his lip, trying to hold back more sobs.
"I can't believe anyone would even think about hurting you." he says, taking your hand.
"I'm so sorry."
Niall:
"Y/N? Y/N..." a familiar voice rings in your ear. You begin to come to, your hazy vision clearing into a crisp clarity. Your blonde boyfriend flashes a pitiful smile as he grabs both of your hands. He sits at the end of your hospital bed.
"Babe." He says in a small voice. His eyes take you in, looking for any signs of pain. You smile weakly, the painkillers still strong and making you hazy.
"Niall," you say weakly.
"What are you doing here?" He looks over at your mother in the corner.
"She called me. I had Paul drive me as soon as I heard you were having surgery." You let out a weak laugh.
"It's just appendicitis. It is like the easiest surgery ever. You didn't have to come here." Niall rolls his eyes and scoots up to be closer to you. Your mother steps out of the room, allowing you two to be alone.
"I may be a busy guy, but I will always make time for you if you need me. and I was not about to let them cut into you without me being here. No way." You smile, but then your brows crinkle in confusion.
"Wait," you say hesitantly, "you said you drove here? Niall you were hours away!"
"yeah well there were no flights, and I had to be here by the time you woke up." Niall leans forward and slowly leaves a sweet kiss on your cheek.
"Now you need to rest." He says standing.
"I'll be right here when you wake up, okay? Right here."
Louis:
"What?" Louis repeats, disbelief heavy in his voice. You let out a pitiful laugh.
"Yep. I broke it." White noise echoes through the phone, which you assume is Louis moving to some other location to hear you better. You hear a door shut.
"Y/N what happened?" you sigh looking around your now-empty hospital room.
"Well..." you start, "I was climbing up the huge front steps to your apartment complex to take care of a few things and it was a little icy... and I took a tumble."
"Oh my god babe." Louis murmurs.
"When did this happen?" You shut your eyes.
"Yesterday morning. One of your neighbors drove me to the hospital and they gave me an X-ray and told me I broke my collarbone. I had surgery last night to get a bolt put in--"
"Surgery?!" Louis cries.
"You had surgery? Oh my god. Why didn't anyone fucking call me!" You wince at Louis' cursing, hating that you had to tell him after-the-fact.
"Lou, we didn't call because we didn't want you to freak out. The surgery went well, I'm fine."
"No Y/N! You're not fine!" Louis spits, "You've got a broken collarbone because you went to the damn apartment that I live in... shit... and now you're legitimately hurt because of me.."
"Louis, please, don't be so hard on yourself. I chose to go. I was just clumsy." Louis sighs heavily through the phone.
"I'll be there as soon as I can. I'll take the next flight out. Love, please don't do that again! You really scared me."
"I'll try not to." You promise him.
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A/N:
Sorry I only have the preferences for Harry, Niall, and Louis. I have a huge headache and this has been sitting here forever. I just wanted it to get out. Sorry again. xx
