“Liam, LIAM!!!” I straddled him on the couch, “Get your fat ass up! Niall made pancakes.” He shot up and I went flying backwards. “Oh, geez, I’m sorry Aria.” I laughed so hard I cried. Niall ran over, “Why is she crying? What did you do Liam?” I pulled myself into the splits and got up, “I made him excited and I flew off the couch and laughed myself to tears.” He smiled, “As long as you’re ok.” I pecked his cheek, “Ni, I’m fine. But your pancakes are burning, GO!!” He bolted to the kitchen and there was a huge crash. “Niall! Are you okay?” I waited for an answer, “Niall?” I ran over and screamed. Liam ran over and called an ambulance. “His knee must have been dislocated, again.” Liam said surveying the scene. Niall was unconscious with a bloody gash on his forehead.

Liam’s POV


From the look on Aria’s face, I knew I would have to try much harder to get her to like me more. “We heard banging and screaming. What happened?” Zayn said, walking out of his bedroom, with Louis and a naked Harry following. “Harry! Put some clothes on please, there is a lady present!” Louis shouted. Harry covered his junk and ran back to his room. “Sorry bout him, he’s crazy.” Louis said, pulling Aria into his arms. Just then, the doorbell rang and the EMt’s went to work on Niall. Since only one person could go with him, we sent Aria in the ambulance and followed in Niall’s Range