Can You Understand? (1D fanfic)

Chapter 33

"Hayley?" asked a voice. I lifted my eyelids, and my head began spinning

"Hayley?" asked a different voice. 

I glanced up and saw Harry and Niall eyeing me from above.

"What happened?" I asked, slowly getting up.

"You...erm...got concussed."

"What?" That sounded ridiculous. Concussed? When? All I needed to do was get to my world finals for figure skating...wait, what time was it?

"Hey, what time is it?" I asked, rubbing the back of my head.

Harry read his watch. "It is September 16th, at six o clock in the evening."

"GUYS!" I cried, terrified. "WE MISSED MY FINAL!"

Niall and Harry exchanged glances. "Well, you see," began Niall. "You had your competition yesterday, and you um, slipped and fell on your head."

"No." I said, sternly. "No, that never happened."

Niall and Harry exchanged worried glances. What was going on?

"Guys," I said, trying to get up. "Stop playing me, c'mon, I've got to get to my final-"

The two stood there, silent.

"Wait." I began, raising my eyebrow suspiciously. I was then flooded with parts of the memory of falling on my head, and all the drama with the press that happened afterwards.

"I did fall." I said, rubbing my head. "Did I disqualify?"

Niall bit his lower lip.

"Did I?!"

"Not exactly." said Niall. "But you lost a whole chunk of points."

"What was my score?"

"Fifty two point eight."

"What was first place?"

"Fifty two point eight."

My eyes widened. "No! I did not..."

Harry smiled and nodded.

"I...I won?! but HOW?!"

"You and the other girl, Savannah, or whatever her name was, were neck and neck, Savannah tripped too and dislocated her shoulder or something, but you had so many advanced moves that the judges leveled out your fall. Third place was forty nine point six."

"Oh my!" I said. "What was second?"

"That other girl, she scored a total of fifty two point one."

"Point sevenths of a point." I said my eyes widening. "Holy  cow."

"Hayley!" cried Dallas, walking in.

I smiled "Hey Dal."

"Did she just call me Dal?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. He stood there, lean and tall with dark hair, brown eyes, and a quiff...

"Hayley, you do realize, that's Zayn, right?" Asked Harry.

I was scrambling for words. How did I forget what my own boyfriend looked like? I probably sat there, looking too confused to answer, when Louis and Liam came in behind Zayn.

"Hey, Love." said Louis. "How are you feeling?"

"She just called Zayn, Dallas." said Harry.

I couldn't comprehend anything. I felt so confused. Liam glanced worrisome in my direction. "Are you allright?"

"I'm feeling a bit perplexed, is all."

"Shall I go get Dallas?"

My head was spinning, and hurting pretty bad.

"Guys." Louis began. "I think she needs to rest. This is probably a bit too much activity for her brain to comprehend, and it's probably going give her a massive headache. Let's just leave her alone."

"Allright." said Niall, getting up from the side of my bed and patting my knee. "We'll see you later."

The boys filed out of my hotel room,and shut the door.

I sat in silence for a couple of minutes. How come I couldn't remember all of this?

I texted Dallas to come over and bring me medicine. He was over in twenty minutes.

I unlocked my hotel room door, and saw him hobbling in with a walking boot.

"What's that from?" I asked, glancing down at his foot.

"Get back into your bed, Hayley." He said, pointing to my bed.

"No, tell me what happened?"

"Don't you remember?" he asked, guiding me back to my bed. "You were there when it happened."

I was puzzled. This enigma was killing me.

"I'm sorry, I just don't remember." I said, "I'm really trying."

"I sprained my ankle on the ice when you were practicing. You got real upset-"

My eyes widened.

"-that um, it was sprained, and you promised me that you would being me the Advil and junk food." Dallas tossed a bag on the bed. "Oh, and congratulations on getting first place! I heard good words from the Olympic coaches, except for when you fell. Hey, are you talking to Harry again?"

"Of course I am." I said. "Why wouldn't I?"

Dallas was silent for a minute. "You uh, haven't seen him in a while because of all your practicing. He says he wants you to move back in to his house though, so he can keep an eye on you."

"Sure." I said, scratching my head. "Why not."

"Well then." said Dallas. "What do you want me to do?"

I patted the space on my bed next to me. "Mom's going to want me to come home for sure now. So, let's spend as much time together as we possibly can."

"Actually, there was about a ten minute lag in the system." said Dallas. "The press, somehow, quickly cut out the footage of any incidents, and then aired the rest of it. When it came time to medal, you were brought out and acted quite strange, actually, you were dancing and singing when you got your medal, so it seemed as though you were fine, but unprofessional."

"Wow." I said. I don't remember that."

"Yeah, so anyone not actually at the world finals did not see the accident, and the press was asked to shut up about it, but word will probably get out sooner or later, probably when you're feeling better, so you can just tell your mom that it was just a rumour."

"Ok." I said, closing my eyes and leaning on his shoulder. "Well, wake me up when this is all over."