•a few days later•

"NIALL IS STEALING MY FOOD!" Harry yelled, holding onto my leg, meanwhile Louis holds onto my other leg.

"Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson get the heck off my legs or else," I yelled, trying to get them off my legs.

"NOOO! MOMMY!" Harry and Louis yelled in perfect harmony. I widen my eyes, freaked out by that, also by the fact they called me Mommy.

"NIALL!" I yell. Niall walks in the room, no food in his hands. Harry and Louis switched over to Niall's legs.

"DADDDY!" they screamed.

"Wait, what?" I asked, stepping back.

"You're our mommy," Louis points at me, "and he's our daddy!"

"What?" Niall and I asked in sync. Louis hopped off Niall's leg, and came crawling towards me.

"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU BRAT!" I yelled, running off with a creepy Louis crawling after me. I ran into Niall's room, shutting the door behind me. I sighed, and locked the door.

"Mommy I thought you loved me!" I heard Louis cry from the other side of the door.

"Well you thought wrong!"

• • •

Around an hour later, I came out of the room and walked downstairs into the living room, to see the boys getting their shoes on.

"Where are you going?" I asked, siting down on the couch.

"A meeting, we should be back soon," Zayn says. I nod, and turn on the T.V.

"Don't eat everything! Bye!" Niall says, running out of the house. I looked over at the boys, to see one guy missing. Liam.

"Where's Liam?" I asked as they were almost all out the door.

"He's staying, he doesn't feel well," Harry says. I nodded, and they all went out the door, slamming it shut behind them. I stood up, and walked into the kitchen, and opened up a cupboard.

HOLY NUTELLA CRACKERS.

There, in the cupboard, was jars of Nutella, lots of pop tarts and boxes of Oreos.

"ME HEAVEN!" I shouted, grabbing two jars of Nutella, two boxes of Oreos and three boxes of pop tarts, then I ran into the living room, putting the boxes on the table, a smile wide on my face.

Liam walked down the stairs a little while after, looking pale.

"Hey," he says, sitting down on the couch.

"Do you want something to eat or drink? You look pale," I said. He nodded.

"Just soup and some water please," he says, looking over at the T.V. I nod, and go into the kitchen, and started to make Liam the stuff he wanted.

• • •

I gave Liam his soup and water, and sat down beside me. I put on Toy Story 3 that I recorded for him, to cheer him up a little.

"Yay!" he exclaimed, then put a spoonful of soup in his mouth. I focused my attention on the T.V. It was hard to watch with Liam slurping his soup and saying some of the lines along with the characters on the movie.

"I'm gonna go upstairs, okay?" I say, looking over at Liam who nodded. I stood up, and walked towards the stairs, and up them. I went over to Niall's room, and laid down on his bed. I grabbed my laptop from under his pillows, and started to play on that.

I went onto many different websites, then watched some YouTube videos.

I was in the middle of a Connorfranta video when my phone rang. I sighed, pausing the video, and answered the call.

"Hello?" I asked.

"MORGAN!" Louis's voice gasped. It sounded like he was crying, so I sat up straight, worried.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Niall and H-Harry!" he sobbed, "they're in the hospital!"

"What happened?" I asked again, tears forming in my eyes.

"We were in a car crash! Zayn and I barely got hurt because of airbags, but Niall and Harry are seriously injured!"

"I'm coming now!" I say, hanging up. I ran down the stairs, tears falling from my eyes. I ran over to the front door, and pulling on my sandals not caring about my converse.

"Come on Liam!" I say, looking over at him. He put his soup down, and walked over to me.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Niall and Harry are in the hospital!" I cried. Liam widened his eyes, and came over to me, and put his feet into his converse, and we ran out out the door.

Minutes later we arrived at the hospital, and I didn't hesitate to jump out of the car once it was parked. I locked the car once Liam got out, and we ran into the hospital. I rushed over to the front desk, and slammed my hands down, taking deep breaths.

"Niall Horan and Harry Styles," I say in a rush, tears blurring my vision.

"Room 234 and 248."

"Okay!" I say, rushing to the stairs, Liam behind me. We ran up the stairs, and soon enough, I was in front of room 234, and Liam was in front of room 248.

I opened the door, to see Niall laying on the hospital bed, tubes hooked up to him, a bandage around his head, and a cast around his arm.

"Oh my god," I whispered, tears now pouring out of my eyes. I hated the sight, I hated it so much. I walked closer to Niall's bed, and bent down, staring at his pale face.

"Niall, please be okay," I whispered.

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**EDITED: OCTOBER 28TH**