Broken (A 1D Fanfic)

Chapter 8

A/N: Hello Lovelis, it's Emma here. Olivia and I discussed the events of this next chapter, and let me tell you.. I'M PUMPED TO WRITE IT, EVEN IF IT'S LATE AT NIGHT WHERE I AM! Okay, it's only ten at night, but whatever... PSHT. Be sure to comment, Vote and Fan bot JustTwoFriends, OliviaCook and readforlife! It means the wrold to us that you guys give us feedback, so please, give it to us! Thanks!

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The drive to Nando's was short, and entertaining. Liberty coudln't stop laughing at Louis who had lectured me on the amazing use of carrots. "We're here!" Niall shouted, rushing out of the black van and into the building. Right on his heels, I bolted after him, so excited to be out of the hospital. The rest of the group followed behind us at what seemed to be a very slow pace. Niall and I were already seated at a booth and searching the menus for something good to eat.

 "Hello, can I get you anything to eat?" The waitress asked, not even glancing up as the rest of us sat down.

"I'll have a chicken wrap, double portion curly chips, five hot chicken wings, corn on the cob and a pepsi." He listed his order. With wide eyes, the waitress looked up and gawked at him.

"Y-you're.. You're N-Niall Horan..." She stuttered, shocked.

"Oi, order the side of carrot sticks, Hazza!" Louis exclaimed, pointing to something on Harry's menu, totally oblivious to the girl there.

"Oh my gosh, I'm serving One Direction!" She squealed, making Louis and Harry look up.

 "Hello, love!" They chimed before turning back to their menus. After taking the rest of our orders, the girl left, still hyperventulating. Zayn grabbed my hand under the table. Suddenly, the resturant was filled with paparazzi and flashing cameras. The flashing reminded me of a strobe light, and a metalic taste filled my mouth. Behind me, candles were flickering and the paps were surrounding us. My entire body began to tremble, and my vision blacked out. The last thing I remember is that falling feeling.

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The repetetive beeping of the hospital monitor woke me up. I peeled my eyes open, my entire body aching. To my left, I saw Zayn sitting and holding my hand. Wrapped around his left forearm was a guaze bandage. It was obvious I was in my own hospital room, so I wasn't super worried.

 "What happened to your arm?" I asked, making his head shoot up and his eyes widen in shock.

He processed my words and then quietly muttered, "Just a bit of a burn." My brows furrowed together above my eyes.

"How did you get it?" I pushed, wanting answers.

"During your seizure, you knocked over the candles behind you, and your wig set fire.." He trailed off. I noticed my bald head for the first time. "Then, I ripped the wig off of your head and threw it out of the way. It set fire to a lamp, which led to most of the building catching fire.. We got out just time. I got the burn while I was holding the wig." His explanation made my entire face drop.

 Worry flooded through me. "Is everyone else okay?" When Zayn nodded, relief flooded through me, no matter how much pain I was currently in.

"Are you okay, though?" He asked, concern etched into his features.

 I stated calmly. "Everything hurts, Zayn. It all just hurts."