Dance your heart out (a one direction story)

4. Fun in the hospital

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I woke up the next morning, all the pain still there. Danielle and Liam were still slumped over in the chairs, Louis was replaced with Zayn. Why were Louis and Zayn here if they didn't even care about me? There was a knock on the door, and before I could actually say anything, the door flung open. It was a doctor. He promptly shooed out Danielle, Liam and Zayn.

"Valerie?" He asked.

I sighed. Well here we go.

"Yes?"

"As I'm sure Ms. Peazer has told you of your injuries, we have not yet told her of your medications. You will take these small red pills once a day, and these blue ones every four hours. If anything else is wrong, call us. There's a Cat scan set for you at four thirty. Until then, I think you should try out your crutches. You will probably need some help. After the Cat scan you are free to leave. Any questions?"

"No. thank you doctor."

"Just doing my job." With that he set my pills down next to my bed, and left. As soon as the door closed it was flung open with such force that it hit the wall and closed again. This made me giggle. It opened again, and in came a frustrated Harry, a snickering Zayn, a tired looking Liam, and a stressed looking Danielle.

"What did he say?" Danielle asked.

"When did Harry get here?" I countered.

"Just now, the rest are coming soon. What did he say?" Liam demanded. Someone needs some coffee.

"I have pills and crutches, which someone is going to have to help me use." 

"I volunteer!" Yelled Harry.

Zayn rolled his eyes.

"No, I will. That way she won't get more hurt."
"Zayn believe in me!"

Everyone rolled their eyes at that one.

"Liam you and Danielle need to go home, sleep, and shower." Zayn said changing the subject.

As much as I didn't want to be around the boys alone, they looked awful. Their faces were pale, and big purple half circles were painted around their eyes. They smelled too. I'll take one for the team.

"Yeah you guys need to take a break. I'm fine now"

After an hour of bickering, they reluctantly left. As soon as the door shut, regret filled me. I turned to Zayn and Harry, who were looking at me, with emotionless, slightly suspicious faces.

"So starbucks?" Zayn suggested.

"Sure? I just need some help with my crutches, and I should be back by four."

Harry snorted.

"That's easy."

With that we left. Both of my legs really hurt, so Harry and Zayn took turns carrying me. It was kinda fun. Maybe these two aren't so bad. I said maybe. 

Harry and Zayn put on sunglasses and hoods so they wouldn't get reconized, and we slipped out of the hospital. I was so glad to get a tea. I was tired too. I sat, sipping it, when Harry plonked down next to me and Zayn in the armchair. 

"So tell us about yourself," Harry started.

"We'll have plenty of time for that. I'm living with Danielle and Liam now, remember?"

"Right right right. This is going to be fun!" said Zayn.

"I guess so," I said looking down. I was unemployed, and that still stung. I had trained so long to be a dancer and it all just left with a slight injury. I wonder if my parents knew I was in the hospital. I should call them later.

"Earth to Val!" Snapped Zayn. 

"Oh, sorry"

"No worries" I was lifted up and dragged back to the hospital. We were waiting in the hospital elevator now, and I was in Harry's arms. There was an old lady in there with us. She leaned in next to me and told me,

"Hold on to this one, he's a keeper."

I almost burst into laughter. Never would I ever date Harry. Ever. I looked to see him blushing. He's probably as embarrassed as I am. Zayn looked like he was concealing something, and quickly pulled out his phone and was tapping away. 

"We're-" 

"Engaged!" Harry finished. What. The. Fuck.

He leaned in and whispered,

"Go with it." 

Zayn looked like he was trying not to care.

"Oh how delightful! When's the wedding?" Her face lit up.

"June tenth," I said, smiling. I had always wanted to be an actress.

"Well I hope to see you soon!" She said.

The elevator doors opened, onto floor 6. It was 4:27.

Harry jogged me to the Cat scan room, where I had to lie completely still for impossible amounts of time. By then, Danielle returned, with Niall, and a wheelchair because I couldn't use the crutches.

"All looks well, come back in a week or if anything hurts up there, and you're free to leave" smiled a nurse.

"Thank you!" Someone dropped me in the wheelchair, and the next thing I knew, I was in a taxi cab, to my new life, living with a popstar.