When Everything Falls Apart {BEING EDITED}

"Her Lost Time"

 Harry’s P●O●V

Driving for hours wasn’t Harry’s favorite, but he knew he had to do it. As long as he could tell, the paparazzi weren’t following them

Yes! We lost them. But what do I do about Janella? I can’t take her home- and trust me she’s going to be upset about the twisted tings the paps are going to say. Hey, wait a second. Maybe this isn’t so bad after all!

As quiet as he could be, he whipped out his cell phone and dialed Liam’s number.

            “Hello?”

            “Hey, Liam- it’s Harry.” He whispered.

            “Hi, mate! Why are you whispering?”

            “Well, remember that girl I told you about? Yeah, well she’s kind of knocked out or something.”

            “What! Is she alright? What happened?!”

            “Paparazzi. Man, she’s not going to be too happy.”

            “But isn’t that what you want? I thought you said she plays hard to get.”

            “You know what, it is what I want, and I know exactly how we are going to deal with this.”

            “How?”

            “Okay, listen close because I’m only going to say this once . . .”

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Liam’s P●O●V

            “Alright guys, they are almost here. Everyone understand the plan?”

Three ‘yes’s’ escaped from Zayn and Niall’s mouths.

            “Okay. Zayn when they get here, Harry needs to tell me the rest of the plan, I need you to go and get Janella out of his car.”

            “Sure, but where am I going to put her?”

Niall stepped in.

            “Just put her on my bed. Who knows how long she’ll be out for.”

“Alright, thanks Niall.” Liam said.

Nodding his head, Liam’s phone began to vibrate.

            “Okay guys! They’re here! Let’s move out!”

And with that, they were out the door- as silent as the night.

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Nurse Mason’s P●O●V

“Nurse Mason to the front desk please. Nurse Mason- please report to the front desk. Doctor Small needs to speak with you.” The intercom in the hospital spoke.

            “Sorry, Chris. It’s been nice talking to you but I better go!”

            “You too son, take care.”

            “Thank you, you too.”

He said lastly, as he was out the door in a flash.

            “Yes, Dr. Small? You called for me?”

            “Yes, Mason. It seems that we don’t know how get ahold of Mr. Erick’s daughter to notify of her of his paralysis. Is he awake for you to ask him for her number so we can get ahold of her?”