Brooke's P.O.V.
"BROOKE!" Liam burst through the door.
"Liam. Calm. I'm alright." I stated.
"Are you sure? You aren't hurt? Lemme get a doctor in here! Excuse maim, could we get a doctor in here-"
"Liam! I'm fine, no need for a doctor." I cut him off, giggling about how worried he was at the moment. "I didn't get stabbed or anything, sheesh."
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After a few X-rays and questions, the hospital let Niall and I go. As soon as we all stepped out, we were attacked by fans and paparazzi.
"Niall! Sign my phone!"
"Harry, I want eight kids!"
"LARRY IS REAL!"
The fans screamed.
"Zayn, did you get a new tattoo?"
"Niall! Are you and Brooke taking a break?"
"Brooke! Are you pregnant?"
The reporters asked which all said no to.
How do they even come up with this stuff?
We climbed into our car as the others got into Maura's. I closed my eyes as Niall turned on the radio from the drivers seat. I went onto the darkness again, except this time I started dreaming.
A/N: Sorry guys, it's really REALLY short... *cries in the corner*
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Brooke and Niall sitting in a tree
Fanfiction(super cringy because i wrote this when i was 12 sorry) (please don't read this it's for your own good i'm dead serious it will make you regret all forms of social media don't do it) Brooke is a rich 19 year old that quit her nursing job. She hates...
