I couldn't believe where I was. The waiting room was eerily quiet as other families sat with dazed expressions. I couldn't breathe. It was all my fault he was hurt. It should have been me! Why would he do that? I began crying again. Someone cleared their throat, and I looked up to see a doctor. "You can all go see him now." He said, pointing to room 6.

we shuffled silently in, and crowded around the bed. He looked so lifeless, and was attached to many machines. I blinked back tears, and grabbed his hand. It felt cold. Someone put a hand on my shoulder, and I looked up to see Louis with tears sliding down his face.

No one said a word. No one had to. Then Perrie came in holding a basket. "I made muffins!" She exclaimed. Everyone looked at her. Even I had to smile. "I have to pee!" Declared Harry moving towards the door. Before he could open it, it swung open hitting him square in the head. "Visiting hours a......" Started the doctor, realizing what he'd done. "Somebody get this boy a bed!" He yelled into the hallway. In came a nurse, and they dragged Harry's unconscious body from the room.

2 members of one direction are in the hostpital. Today wasnt a good day for them

Notes

Hey! I've been trying to do this story from memory, but i missed some parts. Never ever try anything from memory! But i will continue and hopefully it will be just as good