Harry's POV

"So," she said, swallowing her bacon. "Where the hell am I and why am I with you guys?"
I cringed at her choice of language.
"The Ramada Plaza and Suites. And Harry can explain the rest," Liam said, looking at me.
"Erm, you slipped on ice and fell. I tried to catch you but I fell, too," I said, suddenly very fascinated by my shoes. "You hit your head and I went into the store and asked for a shopping cart. I put you in that and brought you here."
"Wait..." she said, twisting around, looking for something. "Where's my bag?"
"The purple one?" I asked, confused. "It's by the door. Why?"
She jumped over the back of the couch without standing up and ran for the door.
"Impressive," Zayn said, staring after her. He turned to face me. "I need to learn how to do that."
Niall just nodded in agreement, picking up the bacon she dropped.
"Well," I said to nobody in particular, smiling. "I don't think she needs a hospital."

Notes

Yeah... I don't really like writing from Harry's POV. It's weird. I may or may not do that again. So that's why it's so short.