
In a Heartbeat
I Know Your Mother
It all happened in slow motion. One second, everyone was grinning like loons and singing. Then Heather had to go and punch Niall, and the moment was ruined.
"HEATHER! WHAT THE FUCK?!" I screamed, running over to Niall, who was now lying on the floor with his hands over his face.
"What did I do now?!" Heather roared, sitting up and shaking out her hand.
"You punched Niall!" I screamed back at her, turning around to face her and pointing at Niall.
"Then don't wake me up with that song!"
"Well you don't need to punch a famous person because you're pissed off at everyone for waking you up with an annoying song rather than an airhorn!"
"Oh so now it's MY fault!"
"Yes, Heather. It IS your fault. You still act like a fucking TWO-YEAR-OLD when it comes to waking up! No, wait. WORSE than a two-year-old. So now thanks to you, Niall probably has a broken nose and a black eye and they have to do a concert tonight!" I shouted. "You happy now?!"
"ENOUGH!" Ella shouted, making everyone shut up and turn to look at her. "Sitting here screaming about it isn't going to get Niall to a hospital now, is it?!"
Harry's POV
We were all sitting in the waiting room with our hoods up, trying not to draw attention to ourselves. Well, at least the lads and I were. Melody, Heather, and Ella sat in the uncomfortable chairs like any normal person would at a hospital.
I leaned over to Melody, who was sitting next to me, twiddling her thumbs. "Do you think he's going to be alright?" I whispered.
She looked up, surprised that I was talking to her. "He's going to be fine. This is the best hospital in the state. People come here from all over the state if their condition is bad enough that it can't be treated at their local hospital. We have the best doctors here," she said. "It's not like he's going to die. Worst case scenario is he won't be able to perform tonight."
"That wouldn't be good, either," I said, leaning back in my chair, trying to keep my head down. There were other teenagers here, and most of them were girls, so we really had to watch what we did.
"Niall's friends?" a doctor said from the hallway. I looked up, hoping that nobody would see my face.
"Oh my God it's Harry Styles!" someone whispered. I jumped, then realized it was just Melody. I glared at her before turning back to the doctor.
"Over here," I said in my best American accent.
"Can you come with me, please?"
We stood up and followed the doctor to an exam room. He motioned for us to sit. Niall was sitting on the exam table (I think that's what it's called... not sure.) looking at his feet. Melody sat in front of me on the floor, and I realized that there wasn't any more chairs. I stood up.
"You can sit here, Melody," I offered.
"No. I like sitting on the floor," she replied, tipping her head back and grinning at me.
"No you don't. Sit," I tried again.
"Yes, I do. I'm not taking your chair, Harry," she said, leaning back on her hands and stretching her legs out in front of her.
"Okay. You've left me with no choice," I said. I picked her up and put her in the chair and sat down on the floor where she had previously been. I looked behind me, grinning in victory. She wasn't in the chair.
" 'Sup, Styles?" a voice came from beside me. I turned my head and there she was. Sitting on the floor, leaning back on her hands.
"Ahem," the doctor cleared his throat.
"Sorry," Melody said, hanging her head. When she looked up again, I noticed her face wasn't red. Odd.
"I have good news and I have bad news. The good news is that Niall's nose isn't broken," he said. "The bad news is that he can't perform tonight."
The lads and I groaned. Melody gave the doctor a death glare.
"Carl, stop fooling around. I know your mother," Melody said to the doctor.
"Okay, okay. Niall can perform tonight," the doctor said. Then he turned to Melody. "I know your mother as well, young musician."
"Don't call me that," Melody said, standing up. She hugged the doctor and muttered, "Not since last year."
What was that supposed to mean?
HEY. Your official-unofficial announcements sadden me. No promises or not, I really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY hope you decide to eventually continue. I won't even be mad if you do a rewrite but dude, you gotta do something. I WILL DIE IF THIS STORY DOES NOT CONTINUE.
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