"So where are we going?' I asked as we exited the bus. For all I know we could be off to lead a mass-murder party.
"Ice-skating, it's literally just round the corner" Liam smiled warmly.
I hummed in agreement and suddenly I got a great idea. Why walk when you have your own personal Louis to carry you?
"Heyy lou-lou..you know you love me..?" I smirked, putting on my best 'innocent' face.
"Mm..?"
"Can I have a piggyback pleasee?"
"Jump on" He bent down so he was level with me and I wrapped my legs around him. Once he had returned to his usual height I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck- for extra support. "Jesus mads, you're lighter than Harry AND that's saying something..."
"Oh" I shrugged, I'm a healthy weight I guess.
However, everything was cut short all too soon when some dïckhead on his motorbike came zooming past us, knocking both me and Louis.. He was taken aback by the sudden movement and lost all balance which of course led to me momentarily letting go and landing on the floor with a huge ThUMP.
Pain shot through my leg as I realised the funny position it was laying in. Um, I'm no doctor but I'm pretty sure my foots suppose to be facing forwards, not to the side.
Everyone gasped and all eyes ended up on me, whimpering I cried "it hurts" pointing towards the excruciating pain seeping through my lower leg.
"Your leg?" Niall bent down immobilising my broken parts whilst Zayn called for an ambulance.
"Niall, please help" I cried "I can't, I can't move". The pain was getting worse by the second and in pure fear I buried my head deep within Niall's chest.
"Ssh, I've got you" He cooed, running his fingers through my tangled hair "Everything's going to be okay".
Sirens pounded through my ears, worsening the headache I had recently discovered. Everything was such a huge mess, flashing lights emerged through the scene and I felt myself being lifted to safety. And from there everything was a bit of a blur.
"Ok, so you need to come back regularly for us to check up on the progress of your legs healing and you'll be needing crutches to assist you in walking for the next 6 weeks. Is that ok?" The doctor smiled, piling all the paperwork back into his clipboard that literally looked like it could explode any minute.
I nodded and searched for a hand to hold, but unusually I couldn't find one. I was completely alone.
I began to panic, what if they've just upped and left me at the nearest chance they got? Oh god, am I that annoying? Do they really not care?
"Alrighty then, everything's settled. Oh and before I forget, your famous friends there had to leave- something to do with getting to their show on time. Unfortunately you won't be able to go see them as your going to have to stay the night, but I'm sure they'll visit you later" She smiled, but I frowned. This kinda sucks.
"Okay,thank you for helping me" She squeezed my hand and I noticed the huge pink cast around my leg. Way to be subtle about it.
"It was my pleasure" She gave me one last heart-warming smile, explained how to walk with the crutches and told me that she'd check on me layer before walking out of the door- probably to treat her next patient.
Deciding it was best to probably get some rest, I closed my eyes and let sleep take over my actions.
