***Louis Tomlinson*** Wednesday, June 20th, 2012 – Anaheim, California, USA Harry and I were curled up together on my rock of a hospital bed, watching a movie as we had been all afternoon. I was so glad we were okay, that he still wanted me, and I knew if we could get through this, we’d be able to work through anything. I knew I needed to make more of an effort to be open with him though – even if he said he hadn’t meant what he told me during our fight, I knew somewhere deep down he did; that those words were the product thoughts going through his head. And I would do anything not to lose that boy again. The only problem I had now was knowing that I was responsible for the death of another human being, and that was one thing I couldn’t bring myself to talk about, not now, maybe not ever. There was a knock at the open door, and I looked up to see Niall, Liam, and Zayn. Their arms were full of bags, and they were all wearing Mickey Mouse ears and shirts with Disney characters on them. Harry stood up and helped them bring the bags into the room. “What is this?” I asked. “Well,” Harry said, as Niall secured Mickey Mouse ears to my boyfriend, “since we couldn’t bring you to Disneyland, we thought we’d bring Disneyland to you.” Harry walked over and gently set Mickey Mouse ears on top of my head, but didn’t strap them around my chin so as not to affect my head wound. I wished I had a mirror because I really wanted to see how my face looked – I was sure it was a priceless mixture of shock, surprise, appreciation, and love for my best friends. “You guys didn’t have to do this,” I said, as I watched them empty the bags. They began setting up dolls and action figures of Disney characters all over the room – Lion King, Aladdin, Toy Story, Peter Pan, etc. They set Disney coloring books and crayons on the night stand, and handed me a Toy Story blanket, making me laugh. They even put up a collage poster of a bunch of different characters on the wall across from my bed. “We were going to take your bed out and wheel you down the hill so you’d get the thrill of riding a roller coaster, but the doctors said no,” Zayn told me. I laughed – that sounded like an intriguing idea. “So instead,” Liam said as he popped a movie in the DVD player, “we brought you a video that will bring the Disneyland experience right to your home – er, hospital room.” He turned it on, and it showed someone taking video footage of all the rides at Disneyland. I watched it for a minute, in complete awe of what had just happened around me. I couldn’t speak – I knew I would start crying from the thoughtfulness of my friends if I tried. Harry came and leaned against the bed, his hand resting on my shoulder, and he smiled at me before turning his attention back to the movie. I was so overcome with emotion. Speaking of roller coasters, that was really how I’d been feeling with everything that had happened in the past few days. The fight and break up with Harry, quitting the band, the car accident, making up with Harry, finding out the cab driver had died, and now this amazing Disneyland spread my friends did for me just so I wouldn’t be disappointed for not having been able to go. I closed my eyes to try and block the tears from spilling out, but Liam saw. “Lou?” he asked, walking over to me. I felt Harry turn to look at me. When I opened my eyes again, they were wet. “Sorry,” I said, embarrassed for crying in front of them for the second time that day. “What is it?” Niall asked, sweetly. “You guys – you guys are just the best,” I said, and the tears spilled out. “Thank you. Seriously, this is amazing, I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to thank you for all this.” “I’d say you being alive is thank you enough,” Zayn told me, and he squeezed my shoulder as the others nodded in agreement. Harry tightened his grip on my arm, and I looked at him to see he was getting teary eyed as well. I reached up and squeezed his hand with mine, smiling at him.