One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 17

"There's nothing! I can't go!"

"Calm down, Zara. They'll give you something to wear when you get there! You just need to pull on a hoodie and jeans to go and come back in!"

"Are you sure?" I asked Louis, my breathing evening out a little.

"Yes." He gave me a hug.

Today was the day of the whole modelling deal, the photoshoot. I was panicking over what to wear, but I knew Louis was right. They'd change my outfit anyway.

"Has anyone seen my chewing gum? I had it here and..." Layla walked into my room, distractedly looking about for a packet of gum. Niall was behind her, looking guilty as he slowly chewed.

"You didn't!" Layla exclaimed. Niall opened his mouth, to reveal a big lump of gum. It looked like he'd took every piece and put them all in at the same time. And that was exactly what he'd done.

"Niall!" Layla moaned. "They're mine." Niall suddenly broke into a grin, leaving us puzzled. Then he gulped down the chewing gum and ran off. Layla ran off after him.

"Well, that was random." Louis laughed. "Niall was hungry enough to eat chewing gum."

I laughed, and then wrapped my hands round his neck as his slid round my down my waist. We kissed for a few minutes, until we were suddenly interrupted by a familiar Irish voice.

"Get a room, guys!"

"We've got one!" Louis replied, closing the door.

"Oh, crap. I've gotta go, look at the time!" I suddenly leapt up and began to run downstairs. Unfortunately Niall and Layla were wrestling on the stairs, laughing. They had a funny relationship with each other. I stepped over them and was just getting my bag when Louis appeared by my side.

"Babe, you have ages."

"Not with you driving!" He chuckled as I began stuffing some things into my crammed handbag.

"Hang on, I left my phone upstairs." I had to step over Niall and Layla again. On the way back down I handed Layla a cushion from my bedroom to hit Niall with. But just as I was about to step over them for the third time, Layla hit Niall with the cushion. Niall frantically ducked and as his arm flew up in self defence, I tripped. I found myself squashed at the bottom of the stairs, Niall and Layla on top of me. Everyone laughed but I didn't. I had whacked my head on the floor and found that my hair was warm and sticky. There was a dark pain in my head that threatened to make me cry. It managed.

"OHMYGOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Layla screamed. I felt my head and found it was wet with blood. I found myself a little dizzy.

"NIALL CALL AN AMBULANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Louis yelled. I was so shocked. People were rushing around me as they searched for a phone. Just then there was a knock on the door.

No-one else seemed to hear it, so I opened it. My mum and dad were standing outside. My mum's eyes suddenly widened at the sight of blood dripping from my hair.

"Oh my fucking god. WHAT HAPPENED?!!!!???????" It was one of the first times I'd heard my mum swear. She never usually did, unless in a terrible situation. Like this.

She rushed inside, my dad behind her. My mum went to help search for the phone but my stayed with me.

"Why are you bleeding? We need to get you to hospital but what the hell happened first?!" Somehow my dad was fairly calm.

"Umm, I tripped..down the stairs.." I left the Niall and Layla wrestling bit- because I didn't want my mum and dad to kick them out of the house.

"Well, that's not good. Are you ok?" I nodded (lying), but shouldn't have as my hand shot up to my head as the pain became unbearable.

"OOOWWHH!!!!!!" I yelled, everyone stopping for a moment and staring. My mum had found the phone and everyone was silent as she rang 999. It was so quiet that we could hear the gentle trills of the phone call, and the man eventually picked up.

Before I knew it, I was in an ambulance on the way to hospital. Memories of last time came flooding back. I didn't like this place. I only went there if something bad happened. There were nurses talking to each other, reassuring me and attending to my head delicately. My dad and Louis were in the ambulance with me, since my mum couldn't bare the sight and Niall and Layla were helping clearing up the mess.

I heard the nurse ask my dad what happened, and I could hear Louis on the phone to the modelling agency.

"Next week, Zara." He told me and I knew exactly what he was talking about. I nodded but the nurse stopped me, it hurt anyway. 

"How do you feel?" Well, in honesty, I felt small. I was laid on a bed, with tall women bending down to look at me. I didn't exactly feel great either.

"My head hurts a bit," I croaked. "But I'm ok."

"Any headaches, pains, blurry vision? Are you dizzy?" Another nurse came and asked.

"No, not really. Well, my head aches a bit, but my vision's fine." The third nurse came over.

"Oh my gosh! Zara?" 

"Yes?" I said, attempting to crane my neck to see her.

"You're the girl who had a coma! Not much luck this year, eh?"

"No," I replied, my voice a little lighter as I let a short giggle escape. 

It wasn't long before I had been checked and given the heads up to leave. I had a bandage round my head and it wasn't much of a good look, but it did it's job soaking up the blood.

"You've lost a lot of blood, but not enough to need a blood transfusion. But take it easy, yeah?"

"Sure." Louis helped me up and I walked between my dad and him as we left the hospital. They were both being quite protective of me, and when I stumbled both of them suddenly grabbed me.

"I'm ok, seriously." They gave me an unsure look and walked me to the car.

"The photoshoot will be next week, so you'll be fine by then."

Suddenly it dawned on me. I'd been so busy concentrating on the fact I was injured and had a photoshoot, I'd forgotton about my birthday.

"Louis, my birthday!" I said from the back of the car.

"I know, it's tomorrow." He replied, smiling though his eyes were on the road.

"But.." I was confused.

"It's ok, we have everything ready."

"Oh.." For some reason, I felt everything was forgotton. But my friends were arranging this for me, and they hadn't forgotton. I loved them all so much.

So now I had nothing to worry about, I leaned back gently, wincing at the slight, fading pain in my head. Late nights and early mornings were catching up with me, and I was shattered. I was half asleep by the time we were home, and could just feel Louis picking me up in his strong arms and taking me indoors.

"It's ok, babe." He somehow knew that I was still in that slight bit of conciousness, that I wasn't completely asleep. But then that bit disappeared.....