Broken (a one direction fanfic)

Chapter 11

Gracie's POV

I was finally leaving the hospital today! I thought excitedly, the doctor was just giving me a quick final examination.

I saw Laura come back in, with my wheelchair... The doctors were making me use one as I left the hospital, I had my arm in a cast and my head was in bandage at the top, it was above my eyes so I could still see, I didn't have many physical injuries, the big one was the whole meomory thing.. The doctors said I am very lucky, these sort of brain injuries could of meant I missed nearly all of my life, but thankfully it was only two years.

Harry and his friends (he told me to call them his band members but they insist on friends) had to leave this morning to go back to London to get ready for their tour, I couldn't believe Harry was in a band when he told me, it felt literally like last week he performed in front of our school in assembly, with his school mates, who called themself 'White Eskimo'.

Harry's friends are extremely good looking if I might add, the Liam one had a cheeky yet sensible look at he was very well groomed, looking fine in some jeans and collared shirt, Niall wasn't to bad either, this morning when he came in to say goodbye he was wearing a low cut singlet with some shorts on, he had shades on giving him the overal bad but mischievous boy look. Louis is a very handsome lad, when I saw him he ran up too me and hugged me tight, I assumed he was just another person I had met within the past two years and unfortunately forgotten but this was actually the first time i had properly met him, I suppose he was just very welcoming!

Zayn had the whole bad boy look, and it was hot. His hair was waxed into the perfect quiff and he wore shades aswel making him look tough, his singlet showed off his tanned skin and to complete the look, he wore a snapback hat.

But Harry was who surprised me the most, he had looked so different!

He was dressed like some magazine boy, in tight jeans and fitted top, no more baggy jeans and un matching shirt, like what he used too wear.

His hair had lost nearly all of its curls, which I annoyed him about, telling him to get them re-curled. They seemed to straighten out but his hair still had the same style/look to it.

His voice was definitely deeper and it shocked me to know how much better

at singing he was than when I last heard him!

Last night everyone had gone home and it was just Haz and me, I wanted him to tell me every single detail that happened with us during the past two years I had forgotten but he had manage to somehow avoid the question, and tell me about his band.

Truthfully, I didn't believe him when he said he was in one of the worlds biggest pop band at the moment, competing with singers like Justin Bieber, so Harry grabbed his laptop out and we spent the night together sprawled out on my hospital bed, watching videos from him all the way back from X factor, too being in a world tour.

There was so much he had to show me, and we were only up too their France tour when the nurse knocked on my door with complaints from the people next door that we were too loud.

So we shut the laptop down.

Then after that we talked. Talked and talked and talked.

He lives in a flat with Louis, his bandmate.

He dated a woman nearly double his age.. Milf!

He bought a new car the other week, and so much more!

it was nearly 4: 40 when we finally slept Beside each other in the cramped hospital bed... It wasn't exactly what I would call comfy, but it was nice haing him next to me. Like nothing had changed. Like I hadn't missed the most life changing two years of my life, my graduate years and Harry becoming a worldwide sensation...