Sister Switch - One Direction fanfiction

Chapter 13 - EDITED BY AN ACTUAL BRITISH HUMAN BEING.

I was stuck on that plane for ten agonising hours. It was torture. I felt like I was wasting my time, just sitting there staring into space, when I could have been doing something to help Harry. Should have been doing something to help Harry. 

I had never been so relieved to hear the captain announce the landing of the plane. As soon as that thing touched the ground, I was off it and in a taxi before you could even mention that it was safe to unbuckle your seatbelts. As soon as I arrived at the hotel that I had booked next to the hospital (and the grumpy British driver had stopped moaning about the weather), I booked a room and sprinted immediately to the hospital, where, of course, they wouldn't let me in to see him, despite my frenzied state.

“No fans allowed.” the receptionist said sourly, giving me the evil eye that she had probably already given many hundreds of fans.

“But I’m not a fan. I’m a friend-.”

“Yes, Yes, that's the excuse all of the others like you gave me. My, you must think I've just come down with a shower of rain.” She snorted.

"Please! You don't understand!"

"I understand perfectly well what you're doing. You're trying to get in and get an autograph and a picture from him while he's in his ill state. No, run along now young lady. Shoo."

"No," I yelled, breaking down into tears. "You're a horrible person with no sympathy for others!"

"Flattery will get you nowhere. Look, missy, I have other visitors that are trying to check in to see other patients, and you are wasting a hell of a lot of my time. I'm going to count to three, and I want you gone. If not, I can get the police who are literally right behind me, on their tea break, to get you out, and they aren't going to be very happy or pleasant about it. At all." 

“Listen,” I pleaded. “I need to see him! Louis called me, his life is in danger!”

“A likely story.” She said turning around and kicking the door open behind her with a ratty old shoe.

"We've got another one!" she hollered, before returning to her desk and opening a packet of cookies without even looking up to give me another condescending look.

A tall, plump policeman in a neon yellow waistcoat with a walkie-talkie emerged, looking quite pissed off. 

"What did I say not five minutes ago?" he groaned at the receptionist. "We need to move him to another hospital. We have other, better things to deal with than crazy fangirls coming to see the love of their life." 

"Yes, he is the love of my life," I said indignantly. "Let me see him!"

"There are no other hopitals that'll take him!" the receptionist snapped at the policeman. "Just get her out of here, because she is wasting too much of my precious time!"

"Right love, out you come." the police officer said, pushing me towards the door.

I struggled and tried to get away and up the stairs, but that just resulted in him grabbed both of my arms and yanking them behind my back, trying to hold me still. I kicked him hard in the shin and pulled free, and ran towards the stairs. Bad idea. The policeman, I kid you not, then pushed me over and jumped on top of me to try to get me to stay still. He also called for another officer and then they  both picked me up by my arms and legs, and started carting me out of the door. I screamed and cried and struggled, but they wouldn't let me go. Harry was going to die and I wouldn't have been surprised if they had thrown me in jail for the night. 

"What on Earth is going on here?" a familiar voice queried.

"Oh, just another crazy fangirl that's come to see your little friend. We're getting rid of her for you, don't worry. Go back to your room and leave the police to it. Go on. Shoo." The receptionist said with false niceness.