Save You Tonight - One Direction

The Problem.

Back to Daniella's P.O.V.

     "She had low blood pressure, low blood sugar, and it seemed no food was in her system. Are you positive you had no clue this was going on?" I heard an unfamiliar voice say.

     I blinked my eyes open and was shocked to see myself connected to a machine and an I.V. A food tray sat next to the bed I was in. Bed? I stirred and sat up, hurting my head a bit. I looked around and saw my Hannah sleeping in a chair in the small room. I was in the hospital? What had happened? I was having so much fun with Hannah at One Direction's meet and greet when- oh dear. Had I fainted? I lay back down and stared at the ceiling when my parents walked in. It was the doctor's voice that had woken me. The secret's out now. I could tell by their faces. My mom's eyes were wet with tears, and my father looked disappointed.

     "What's going on," I croaked, my voice was gone too? So many questions ran through you head. What about the concert? Weren't Hannah and I suppose to be dancing and singing along to One Direction?

     "Sweetie, you fainted at the meet and greet earlier. Luckily, medical staff was on staff and we were able to save you," my mom said. What did she mean by save me? I couldn't have died for a second, no way.

     "Daniella, dear," the doctor started, "You had a mild stroke, you could have died if it was more serious since you're still very young." He looked down at his board. He flipped through a couple of pages, like he was thinking of what to say. I just sat there, dumb founded. What had caused this?

     "Why didn't you tell us? How could you do this to yourself, to us," my father said disapprovingly, while my mom gave him a look. He calmed a bit. "I mean, why would you put everyone through this? You didn't need to do this to yourself. I was still so confused, what had I done?

     "You've been diagnosed with anorexia, Daniella. I see no signs of purging or over eating, so it has to be this. Have you need skipping meals or working out more than needed? If your parents need to leave, then I understand," the doctor said, and I nodded. They left and I looked at Hannah, who was still sleeping soundly in the chair. I wasn't anorexic, I didn't have a problem, and I didn't need help.

     "There's nothing wrong with what I've been doing." I defended myself.

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     After the doctor had left, I lay in my bed waiting for Hannah to wake up. I searched the room for a clock, how long was I asleep? Finally, I found my phone in my bag on the floor by my bed. 10:30 pm? I wanted to cry. We missed the concert, and I looked horrible at the meet and greet. And most of all, I felt bad for making Hannah miss it. I looked over at her, and she was just waking up from her nap.

     "Hmmm, Dani? Dani, are you okay?" She became suddenly alert and sat upright. She stood up and went straight to me, standing by my bed and holding my hand.

     "It's okay, Hannah. I'm fine, or I think I am. The doctor's just silly. He thinks I'm anorexic, phss..." I said, shaking my head. But Hannah didn't seem to agree with me.

     "Maybe you are, Dani. You haven't been eating and before the meet and greet... Oh! The looks on the boy's faces! They were so concerned! You fainted in Harry's arms, and Liam almost immediately called for help," she said, filling me in on all the details I couldn't recall. But I was more focused on how she just agreed with the doctor that I was anorexic. I let it go for now, thinking she still must be a little tired from her nap. I had fainted in Harry's arms? The thought embarrassed me in a good and bad way. Hannah and I continued chit chatting for a few more minutes, talking about the boys and their awesome hugs. We were laughing about how crazy we were being in line when the doctor knocked on my door.

     "Daniella, you have some visitors here to see you. I hope you don't mind since your parents agreed to no visitors unless you approve, but I'm sure you'll be okay with it," he said.

     The doctor gave me a small smile before opening the door wider and let five boys come in one by one. Niall, Liam, Zayn, Louis, and Harry all stood at the foot of my bed. I looked at Hannah to see her smiling at me.

     "What's this?" I asked, confused but happy. The boys of One Direction came to visit me? If I could jump straight out of this bed and hug each of them, I would.

     "We wanted to check up on you to make sure you were all right. You scared us all when you fainted." Louis spoke first, making me want to fangirl, but I just softly smiled instead.

     "Are you alright," Niall asked slowly with a small smile, making me smile. He stood the closest to me, somehow making his way to the other side of my bed that Hannah wasn't on. I didn't know what to tell them. I couldn't say that the doctor thinks I'm anorexic, they'd think I was a freak!

     "Low blood sugar and low blood pressure is all," I said quickly, not really wanting to talk about it. "I really appreciate you for visiting. How did you find me?" I looked at each one of them, secretly melting inside. Harry was just staring at me, like he was in deep thought.

     "Harold here asked one of the medical staff where they were taking you. He got the address and suggested that we come visit you after the concert. It was weird because, like, all of us were thinking the same thing," Zayn said, making me smile even more. It was sweet how they all wanted to come and visit me. It showed they really love their fans. But I thought it was still strange how Harry was the one who suggested this, but he still hadn't said a word to anyone.

     "May I have a word alone with Daniella, please?" Harry finally said. He looked at the boys and Hannah for approval, so they all nodded. Niall seemed unsure about it, but left anyways.

     Even after everyone had left, Harry still seemed to be in a bit of a shock. It was a bit ironic, since he was the celebrity here. I remained casual, well, as casual as I could be in a hospital bed.

     "Hi." I spoke first, seeing as he was definitely not going to be the first to talk. He walked over to the side of my bed where Hannah was a few moments ago.

     "I spoke to the doctor without any of the boys, and I think you left out a part of the explanation to why your here," he said softly. He moved a piece of my hair away from my face gently, like I was fragile glass. I was so embarrassed and touched all at the same time. "How old are you?"

     "Sixteen," I replied. His face was sad.

     "Sixteen and anorexic. You're too beautiful to be doing this," he told me. The tears streamed down my face because I wanted to say no, I wasn't beautiful and that what I was doing wasn't wrong. But when I tried saying it, I couldn't. Not to Harry Styles. He wiped the tears from my face. "When do you get out?" I could tell he was trying to lighten the mood. Strange, since I just met him.

     "Tomorrow morning, why?" I assumed that after this visit they'd be gone forever, to continue their tour, and I would be just another fan.

     "We have the next three days off to explore the coast of Florida, then we finish off the U.S tour. How would you like to spend those days with us," he asked me, smiling. Did Harry really just ask me to hang with them? I was screaming on the inside.

     "I-I'll see if I can. Is that fine with everyone?" I knew the band's management was strict on them, and I didn't want them in trouble.

     "Who cares, I want to spend those days with you. To learn more about you," Harry said. I just smiled and nodded, I was so happy right now. The boys and Hannah burst in the room again and said that they needed to go back to their hotel, but will be back hopefully tomorrow when I get discharged.

     "Here's my mobile number, feel free to call or text anytime," Niall told me, handing me a small sheet of paper. He smiled widely at me, and I gratefully took it with a huge smile. Harry did the same, telling me he'd text me in the morning. They soon left, and Hannah had to leave too. By the time I was told to get some sleep, it was well over midnight, and I was still pinching myself to see if it was really a dream where One Direction really visited me.

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