From Buitron to Styles

Chapter 38.. Kisses and fan girling

Kisses and Fan girling

(Kenzie's P.O.V.)

I smiled at Harry. He's such a sweetheart! The words kept replaying through my mind. I'm your superman. I'm your superman. He was right. The doctor walked in and said that she should be waking up anytime.

"Good, she's been in the hospital too much lately." Harry said, stroking her cheek. I had to agree. I mean just over a week ago she got out from having a miscarriage and she's back again. Harry kept pulling the blanket off of her and looking at the marks on her body. The doctors also said she can't remember a thing because of the medicine the person who abducted her gave her. Harry screamed. He wouldn't accept that. Because he knew if she didn't remember that they couldn't put the person in jail. But they did want to do a rape test when she wakes up to see if she was raped. But judging by the way she looked, I think she was. Me and Harry looked at the bruises going up and down her arms and legs. What could they have possibly done to her? She was beat up pretty bad.

"Is she okay?" A voice asked. I turned around to see Louis, followed by Zayn and Niall. I shrugged.

"I guess other than her beat up body." I replied, moving out of the way. They rushed to the bed side and looked at her.

"That's fucking horrible." Louis said, pacing back and forth. Niall was crying, running his hands through his hair. Just right then and there I wanted to hug him. Nialler was crying! The Niall I fan girled over every day, and got so upset if I heard about him crying. Yet here I was seeing it. Zayn looked worried. He was biting his lip. The lip bite me and Jacqueline had fan girled over every day. I anxiously looked between them all. Harry was running his hand through his curls. The curls we fan girled over every day and only dreamt about touching.

"Er, are you okay?" Zayn asked me, placing a hand on my shoulder. It seemed so unrealistic. We only fan girled about Zayn touching us but it was happening. I think it finally hit me.

"Um, yeah why?" I replied.

"Well you were biting your lip pretty hard." Zayn chuckled. I brought a finger to my lips and felt over them. I looked at them, blood. Dang! See what they do to me! I felt my cheeks turn hot.

"Sorry. I'm fine. I'll be right back." I smiled at them all. But Niall was crying. I couldn't leave. Not just yet. I ran over to Niall and wrapped myself around him as tight as I could.

"Don't cry Nialler. She's gonna be okay." I whispered. He instantly wrapped his arms around me.

"Wait.. My fans call me Nialler."

"Did I forget to mention, I'm a huge fan. A directioner. I thought only these things happened in dreams." I chuckled. I placed a kiss on his cheek and skipped out of the room. Hmm, a bathroom. I looked down at my feet as I skipped, not realizing where I was going. I ran into someone, knocking myself onto the floor followed by multiple spilled coffees.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Please forgive me. I spilt someone's coffee. Im such a klutz. Oh my god." I said. I stood up and checked my clothes over. I looked up, only to meet eyes with Liam. I let out a big sigh.

"Liam! I'm sorry!" I bit on my lip again. Ouch. He reached out and tugged my lip out of my mouth.

"It's okay. And stop doing that, you hurt yourself." I smiled.

"Ma'm can you get someone to clean this? Thank you." Liam said to a walking by nurse. He took my hand and began leading me somewhere. The bathroom.

"You can't come in the women's bathroom." I said.

"We're going to the family one." He opened the door and pulled me through. He locked the door behind us and brought me to the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror.