Someone Like You

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

The sound of voices found my ears and my eyes slowly opened. I turned my head slightly to the left to find that bandages were wrapped around my head. 

"Jenna?" A familiar voice spoke out and my eyes opened wider and my head turned to the speaker. Niall sat beside me, his eyes full of worry but a slight smile was on his face. 

"Where a-am I?" I asked deliriously, my voice raspy and quiet. 

"You're at the hospital, you fell down some steps and hit your head." He told me. As he said this I became aware of my surroundings. Four other people sat around me, Louis, Liam, Zayn and Harry. Just then I noticed a boot on my foot. 

"What's that?" I asked urgently, pointing at it.

"You sprained your ankle also." Niall added.

"What?" My hands flew to my head in shock sending a shot of pain through it. 

"No, no, no, this can't be happening!" I rambled. "I have the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show! I need to go!" Pulling back the sheets on the hospital bed I started to get up. Five men got up immediately, stopping me. 

"Jenna relax!" Liam said, helping me back onto the bed. 

"Relax? How can I relax when I just broke my ankle?!" I shouted. 

"It's not broken its just spra-" Niall spoke up. 

"And what does that matter? I still not gonna be able to do any shows especially the VS one!"

" I snapped. A silence fell over the room. Just then a doctor walked in. 

"How are you feeling Jennifer?" He asked as he walked up to my bedside, "I see you've woken up." No shit. 

"I'm fine." If you're not counting that just got fucked by a flight of stairs. 

"That's great! You will have to have that boot on your foot for about a month. Also, you just have a bump in your head so once your dizziness has gone you can go home!" He told me. I nodded and thanked the doctor. He left. 

"Heheh, 'Jennifer'." Louis laughed. 

"Shut up." I rolled my eyes, but a slight smile was on my face. The group continued to tease me about my name, Harry however stayed silent. 

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There was a knock on the hospital room door and a nurse entered. this nurse however look almost identical to Miranda Kerr, all the guys eyes bugged out of their head and I chuckled under my breath. 

"Hi Jenna, how are you feeling?" She walked in the room and up to my bed. I told her that my dizziness was gone trying to ignore the others on the edge of their seat staring at the girl. She didn't seem to notice as she told me that I would have to walk on crutches. 

"I'm Camilla by the way." She smiled. 

Camilla helped me with my crutches and Niall stayed right by my side. At the end of the day I was allowed to go home. Camilla gave me her phone number just incase, we had became friends really fast. 

Liam drove us all back to the hotel, I sat shotgun and the rest were piled in the back. Niall kept going on and on about how I could have died, I wanted to tell him to shut up but I kept it in and listened. 

"Why didn't you just take the elevator?" He nagged, I shrugged and looked out the window. 

"You could have cracked your head open!" He exclaimed. When out of nowhere: 

"Niall shut the hell up and leave the poor girl alone! She doesn't need you up her ass about how she could have died! She didn't! its just a slight sprain! So calm down!" Harry snapped.

The car when silent, Harry and Niall shot daggers at each other with their eyes. I felt a great swell of appreciation towards Harry at that moment. I looked back at the two first at Niall, then at Harry who also looked back at me. His eyes were full of emotion, mostly anger but when he looked back at me they became softer. We held eye contact for about a second but I could tell that he was sad. I pulled my eyes away from his ad turned back around, looking back out into the British rain. 

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The car ride was silent the rest if the way back until we arrived at the hotel. Paparazzi flooded the entrance and surrounded the car as we pulled up. Niall got out of the car and into the flashing cameras, questions were shouted at him as he walked up to the my door. He helped me out, I grabbed my crutches and hobbled out into the crowd. I saw Harry climb out of the car, his hoodie pulled over his head, only a couple curls sticking out. The pap pushed questions on us, I looked down, focusing on Niall's hand on my back as I struggle with my crutches. I wanted to swat his hand away, but I held it back, I held everything back.