Not Really My Favorite/// LUKE HEMMINGS FANFIC

(4) Doctor

Niall's POV

We all walked in and smiled at the sight of a girl on the couch. The bodyguards had already told us who she was, and we went to make sure she was alright.

I sat down on the couch, and took off my shoes, followed by my black socks. I patted her leg, she was awake.

"Who are you?" She mouthed to the body guard.

"Princess, you were just in a coma, we can't hear you, mouth it." I said, looking into her hazel eyes.

"Y-You're O-One Direction." She mouthed. I nodded, smiling.

"Yes, Princess. We are."

Harry sat down where I had just been, smelled my shoe and made a face, obviously trying to make her laugh. He earned a little chuckle. I could tell she wanted to laugh harder, but it probably hurt just to smile.

Luke looked her up and down, "Who did this?" He clenched his fist.

"Geez, you don't even know her." I said, laughing.

She looked up at Luke. "No one," she mouthed. "I- I... I don't know how it happened, it just did." It was hard to understand, but we finally got it.

Wow, whoever she was, she wasn't a fan of Luke's. She was a fan of us, obviously. I saw her facial expression when we walked in.

"The doctor is here!" Calum exclaimed. A man walked in, with a gray beard. He was bald, with a white doctors coat on.

"Hello, Calum." He said, "I'm Dr. Malik. I'm related to Zayn here." He pointed to Zayn.

Wow, why hadn't we met him? I then saw the resemblance. Same smile, same eyes.

He looked Eleanor over. "Wow, what happened?" He asked.

"She was lying on a chair, and I saw her." Luke said. "I feel like I could've been there before it happened. Could've helped her."

"You did the right thing, Mr. Hemmings." The doctor smiled.i sat there in silence, taking it all in.

Eleanor's POV

I was telling the doctor everything, how I grew up, how I felt. My voice had finally come back, and I could walk.

I jumped up and immediately hugged Luke. And Calum. And Ashton. And Michael. And Zayn. And Liam. And Harry. And Louis. But last of all, Niall.

He was the one comforting me, through it all. The talks, the shots, the medicine. All of it. He was a great friend.

We all walked back to the empty arena, and I immediately started sobbing. "What's wrong?" Luke asked, in his Australian accent. He put an arm around my shoulder, making me giggle.

"Nothing, I just, never got my 1D concert. All that money, just to see you guys." I started sobbing harder. Could he tell I wasn't a fan?

"What, we aren't good enough for you?" He said, poking me in the shoulder.

"No, it isn't that. It's just...I am trying to give you guys a chance. I mean, Michael's hair color, Ashton's hair styles, your..." I stopped. I found myself staring at his lip ring.

"Oh, my lip ring...? Why are you staring at me lips, huh?" He giggled, earning one from me.

"What about Calum?" Michael asked.

"Ummm, I don't know. I just... Don't know." I said.

"Ha! There's nothing wrong with me!" Calum said.

"Yes, there is." I said. "You sound Asian, you speak so fast, and..."

"Boohoo." Calum pretended to cry. We were now seated in the seats, fourth row.

"Already, ready for your concert?" Louis asked, over a microphone.

I looked up and saw the boys. There were speakers, microphones, and no trash on the stage. It wasn't like this when we came in.

I started to cry. One Direction was about to give me, and 5SOS, a private concert. And Amira would get to see it all over again.

"Yes!" I yelled, giggling.

"Alright!" Niall smiled cheekily. Is that even a word?

And so started my own private concert by.. One Direction.