Don't cry, Harry.

Chapter 23 (pt 2) : FML

Papparazzi were everywhere. How did they even know I was here? But most of all, did they not know Harry wasn't with me? Or was Ashley just right, was I as famous as my boyfriend now? No, of course not. Never in a million years. 

As I got out of the elevators, I braced myself before openeing the front door of the building and squeezing out into the paps. Questions jumped at me. Most of the things were about either my personal life, my love life, and some about Haley and her injury. Which made me think I needed to go visit her at the hospital ASAP. 

I managed to get through the men yelling questions at me and taking pictures of me. I slipped my Dior sun glasses on, and saw the papparazzi were running after me. I got into the parking lot, a few men still following me. I took the car keys Haley had left me out of my pocket, waved goodbye to the men (who then took more pictures), and I was on my way. 

I quickly typed a text message to Louis, asking him what hospital Haley was at. He was probably already with her, since he was probably the first few people the doctors called. Him and Haley's family members. Haley's parents were back in Florida, and Haley was staying with me at my house. So her family was probably not there. 

I drove out of the parking lot, almost driving in the wall because camera flashes blinded me from everywhere. I was outside where most of the papparazzi were, and they were surrounded by my car. I mean, Haley's car. 

It was a black Jeep Wrangler. It was a cute car, but I don't think I would have taken it as my own. My Range Rover was like my baby. I managed to get passed them, and continued on the main road. The closest hospital I could think of was around the corner. I stopped at the red light. My phone vibrated.

Lou: HALEY'S AT THE HOSPITAL?! 

Okay, so maybe I was wrong. Maybe Louis didn't know Haley was in the hospital. Which made me want to get there faster. As the light changed colors, I sped down the road. Before realizing I didn't have my license or permit with me, so I slowed down a little bit. 

I quickly parked the car on the opposite side of the road, ran across the street, and into the hospital. I finally reached the front desk, almost sweating, with my phone in my hand. 

"Hi. I'm looking for Haley Stein, she checked in a few hours ago and was rushed into the emergency room?"

"Haley Stein...yes." The girl looked up at me. She was around my age, maybe a little less. She looked like she was maybe 16. I guess she was volunteering. 

"She's in room 5938. Third floor. I think she just got her stitches done, so you might not be able to see her until a couple of minutes." She said, smiling. 

I smiled back. "That's fine. I'll wait." 

She then looked confused and scrunched up her eyebrows. "Hey, aren't you.."

I quickly ran off before she could finish anything. Little girls were everywhere, and I'm pretty sure they'd scream if they heard the words Harry Styles or One Direction. 

I clicked button 3 in the elevator, quietly smiling at the doctors next to me. The doors opened, and I noticed I was on the second floor. I scooted back a little more in the elevator so that the doctors could leave. 

As they scurried off, I saw I was the only one left in here. Good time to cry. The tears started forming, but I saw a figure coming to the elevator. I sighed, trying to hold the tears. It was a familiar figure. I knew this person. 

Liam's P.O.V.

I saw her in the elevator. I ran to the lift, and got in. I saw tears in her eyes as she looked up at me. I raised her chin up to look at me, and she murmured, "Liam?"

I nodded, hugging her. The doors closed behind us as we hugged. Her tears drenched the side of my sweater, but I didn't care.

I felt so bad for the girl. She pulled away. "Are you okay, babe?" 

She slightly nodded as I used my thumbs to wipe her tears. "Haley tripped and her heel like stabbed her ankle, and I'm pretty sure she broke it," Her tears started whelming up again, "and she didn't get to do the photoshoot and interview with me, and I miss her." The tears streamed down her face more than ever. 

I felt bad for her again, and put my arm around her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around my waist as we walked out of the lift, and onto the third floor. 

We found the room and walked in. Haley was alone in the room. She wasn't hooked up with IV's or any needles or anything, even the bed wasn't a normal hospital bed. It was just a very small bed, I would even consider it a chair, since it ended up like a chair. Her foot was raised up with a stool sitting right besides her. 

One ankle was wrapped around in gauze and bandages, while the other one had a massive blue cast on it. "Liam, Kylie?"

Kylie's tears and cheeks were now dry, and she made her way across the small room to Haley. She took Haley's hand, and kissed it. "Yes, Hayles." I guess that was one of Haley's many nicknames. 

Haley smiled, and looked up. "Doctor, can I go now? They can drive me home." She said to a doctor at the other side of the room I hadn't even noticed. 

Kylie and I both jumped a little in surprise. He was like a ghost. We both burst out laughing. Haley looked at us, and back to the doctor, grinning. He just nodded, and walked out. I frowned, weird doctor!

"Let's get you home, you little potato!" I chuckled, throwing her over my shoulder. 

She screeched, and started hitting my back. Her butt was hanging out in the air, and her feet were jiggling every where. Kylie opened the door for me, as I ran down the hallway. The two girls giggled. 

"Liam, Haley's car is in the parking lot. I'll just meet you at the house?" Kylie yelled behind me. I held the elevator doors open for Kylie as I let Haley down to the ground. She limped around the lift, over to the manual to press the L button. (Lobby). 

"No, it's fine, Kyles. Louis will come get it later. Besides, I came with the van, why waste the space?!" A huge grin grew on my face, as Kylie nodded and giggled. 

"HEY! ONLY ME AND HARRY CAN CALL KYLIE 'KYLES!" Haley screamed jokingly. I raised my hands up in the air like I was innocent.

"If that curly-haired little man can call her Kyles, than I think LIAM" I said, pointing to myself "can call her that too!"

The doors opened. Dozens of screaming girls stood outside, running over to us. Fudgecakes my life.