One Direction's Baby Sister (Edited)

Chapter 23

Lena's POV

At some point Paul came back upstairs and told us the shooter was gone. He said Liam had been taken to a hospital. Another ambulance wanted to check out Louis and I, but we were fine. We went to be with Liam after that, but he was in surgery. We couldn't see him.

I paced back and forth in the hospital waiting room, waiting for the doctor to tell me any news of my brother.

Then, Miranda and Jake Payne entered the room.

For a moment, I was utterly pissed. Oh, so Liam gets shot and you come rushing to Australia but when I get hit by a car you don't even come to London? Really? They flipped out about me getting away from my parents and then don't even act like they love me at all?

But this isn't about me. It's about my brother. And he would want them to be here. They should be here. He was their son. They should be here for him like they should have been there for me. Although I honestly didn't care that much if they wanted to be there for me.

Miranda saw me and walked over. "Lena!" she exclaimed, hugging me.

I forced myself to hug her back, though I had no feeling for this woman at all. Liam I had come to know and love as my brother. But as for them....nothing.

"How is he?" Jake asked, hugging me after his wife let go. These were my parents. That woman had carried me in her body and delivered me. I'd been physically connected to her. But I felt nothing now. It was strange really, feeling nothing for the people who gave me life.

"I don't know yet. The doctor hasn't said anything." I said.

"Oh, I wish they'd let us see him." Miranda groaned.

She glanced at me. I still wore a brace on my leg where the accident had broken my femur. I could walk without crutches-could even go without the brace sometimes-but I was wearing it now. I wasn't feeling any physical pain, Harry had insisted I wear it since I'd been running, exactly what the doctor told me not to do.

Though I doubted he'd mind much if he knew I was running from a maniac with a gun.

"How is your leg, honey?" she asked. If I didn't know better, I'd say the question sounded forced. Why did she care now, anyway?

"It's better. Thanks." I said. "But this isn't about me."

It was about me when that car hit me, bitch.

"That's good sweetheart." Jake said.

I ignored him. Zayn walked in, Niall and Louis just behind him. "Zayn," I breathed. Moving away from my "parents" I stepped into his arms. He hugged me tightly.

"Thank god. I didn't realize how close you were to the guy until I talked to Louis. Are you okay? how are you holding up?" Zayn asked.

"I'm okay. This is about Liam. Ive gotta be strong for him. He was for me, right?" I said.

"Are you kidding? He was a mess!" Niall said. Louis glared at him. Niall rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, and looked away.

"Nevertheless, I'm going to be strong for him. He would want me to." I said. Then I realized that I was talking about him like he was dead. For all I knew he was....

I shook the thought from my head. Liam was going to be okay. He had to be.

At that moment Louis put his arm around me and hugged me. "Im sorry you had to be so close to that." He murmured, watching Zayn talk to Miranda and Jake.

"Me too. Are you okay?" I asked. Lou was just as close to the shots as I was, and he loved Liam too. This was just as hard for him as it was for me.