I followed Louis. Leaving Zayn sitting outside the kids emergency center biting his nails. The lift ride up felt like seconds as we walked down the hall the kind lady at the front desk spoke of. I could feel my anxiety acting up as we walked closer to room 216 and I stopped in my tracks.
Louis noticed "Miranda, breathe," He turned to face me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "Breathe before you hurt yourself," he kissed my forehead and guided me to the room. Through the big window I saw Niall sitting on Harry's right side and Liam pacing back and fourth. Louis walked in first. I sucked in all the air in the room before looking at my boyfriends body on the hospital bed. It was worse than expected. His face was bruised, a cut on his lip, black and blue under his eye and a huge cut on the side of his forehead. I noticed his leg wrapped and lifted up, he must've broke it. An xray scan hung next to the bed, he seemed to have broke a rib as well. I had no words. No words at all. I ran out of water in my body to produce tears.
"Miranda," I heard someone. It was Liam. "Look at me please." I couldn't, i couldn't look away from Harry. "Miranda Davis look at me," he spoke more firm.
"I can't," I simply stated. "I can't look away, I just can't believe it," I walked next to his bed side and grabbed his hand in mine, placing a kiss on each of his knuckles. I felt someones hand fall on to my back but, i didn't check to see who it was. This was my fault; All of it. The fact that i'm in the hospital for two people isn't the best feeling. Where will i go from here? I do realize things will change and I won't be able to handle it all. I grabbed the small chair from behind me and placed it next to the bed.
"Miranda, i'm going to take Liam okay?" Lou assured me. I stood up without a word and walked straight to Liam; I hugged him. I placed my head against his shoulder as his arms wrapped themselves around me. I breathed in the smell of the solid white room and looked at Liam on the eyes.
"Don't stress yourself, please. Go home and sleep," I placed a kiss on his cheek and sat next to Harry again, letting the lads walk out the door without anything to say. Niall sat on the other side of Har, just a bit further away. "So, what did they say about him?" I played with his fingers.
"Well, He's broken a leg and a rib, he's got a bruised rib as well. They said he'll hopefully be home in three days max," Niall raised a side of his mouth and shrug his shoulders. "Um, Miranda," I looked at him as if saying yes; "How'd you get here?"
"Well, Darcy, got a huge cut in her foot from glass in the kitchen area and Zayn was with me so we rushed to get over here because she was losing blood and now she's in the Childrens Emergency Center," I breathed.
"Oh poor baby," he gasped. It was silent after that.
*Liam's P.O.V*
"Don't stress yourself, please. Go home and sleep" were the words running through my head. When we got off the lift I saw Zayn in the distance. I guess he saw us too because he began to walk towards us.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Darcy got a cut from glass on her foot so we had to take her here," he looked at me. "I'll text you later to tell you how she is, alright?" he smiled and said goodbye.
I then followed Lou out the front doors. I knew when I got home, I wouldn't be able to sleep. I'll be in to much thought and not do anything for that matter. The car ride was silent and as we approached my house I was getting nervous. Nervous about everything, like what's going to happen if i'm not there or what will happen when i'm not there.
"Mate, don't think about it to much. They'll all fine, i'll update you just get to bed," Lou patted my shoulder. I thanked him and jogged to my door. Taking the key out of my pocket, i placed it into the door and opened it, waving goodbye to Louis as he drove away.
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For Darcy: Harry Styles Story
FanfictionA Life. It's something that should be happy and full of good surprises. So far i have the best life i can ask for. With my Daughter Darcy and my boyfriend Harry. Everything is perfect. Or should I say was. I didn't know this was going to happen. Or...