(Niall's POV)

 Getting Harry and the rest of the guys white boards was probably the best idea I have had in a while. We messed around and laughed. I worried about Harry though, because sometimes we forgot the situation and made jokes that Harry couldn’t hear. I would right them down, but they lost their effect in the translation. Everyone’s plates were cleared and the girls gathered the dishes, putting them into the sink to clean later. They went back to the couch to talk some more. I got up to help clean a little, and then got yet another great idea.

“Hey lads.” I said.

Louis, Liam and Zayn looked up. Harry realized they were paying attention to me and he turned around as well. “What’s up?” Zayn spoke up. I gave them all a wide grin and eyed the wheelchair that I rolled over the unused side of the room. Zayn shook his head, and blew out a heavy sigh. Liam simply shook his head and pointed at his bum arm.

“I’m in.” Louis jumped over the couch, catching his foot on the edge and toppling over the side onto the hard floor. He groaned, but stood up shortly after and laughed. “I’m getting the office chair!” He disappeared down the hallway and came back with a mass of pillows and blankets. He dropped them to the floor and ran down the hall again. He returned by running down the hall, pushing the office chair and then jumping onto the last minute to roll into the couch with some force.

“Let the tournament begin!” I yelled out, throwing my arms into the air. Liam shook his head at me He slung his good arm around Danielle’s shoulder. She had moved away from Harry, taking my place when I got up from the other couch. They watched amused. “Zayn, you don’t have an excuse like Harry and Liam. Get up, lad!” I clapped my hands together and Zayn sighed even louder, but after some more persuading, he finally got up from the couch and adjusted his shirt.

“Babe, you’re doing this with me.” Zayn held his hand out to Perrie. She looked up at him and smirked.

“You sure you wanna do this, Zayn. I have mad jousting skills.” I laughed at the two as they got into the positions. Harry was still watching from the couch as he found out what was going on. He turned quickly and scribbled someone onto his board. He held it up smiling.

My bet’s on Perrie.

Everyone laughed hysterically. Perrie held up her hand and high fived Harry. Then the battle commenced. They packed blankets and pillows around themselves. I found some duct tape in one of Harry’s kitchen drawers. I threw it at them and they secured the pillows in place. “Let’s do this.” Perrie winked at me and we hit fists. She sat in the wheelchair and I handed her weapon of choice, a broom. Zayn sat in the office chair and Louis handed him a mop.  We cleared the area and started the count down.

 “3!” I held up three fingers so that Harry could count down with us. “2!” Two fingers. “1!” I started to run, pushing Perrie at full force. Louis pushed Zayn with all his might. They collided in the middle. Perrie knocked Zayn out of his seat and she raised her arms in the air announcing her victory. Everyone was laughing again, even Liam. It was like we were all back to our old selves and I was so happy to see everyone in such a good mood. I mean, we could have lost someone when that drunk driver hit us, and thankfully, we were all here. We were all alive.

After a few more rounds and Louis and I battling it out. Eleanor pulled Louis from the wreckage and I saw that the cut on Louis’ forehead had opened up and it was bleeding. He winced and touched it gently. Eleanor grabbed a tissue and dabbed it on Louis’ head. “I think the tournament is over.” She giggled. “All of you guys need to rest. I mean, you were in a car crash like two days ago.” Louis groaned, but agreed with his woman. He fell back onto the couch and pulled the pillows away from him and threw them to the ground.

“Man, that was fun.” Louis chuckled. I laughed with him, pulling the duct tape from the pillows stuck to me and threw them onto the couch next to Harry. I sat down next to Harry and nudged him, taking my board in my hand and writing down a message for him.

Sucks man. Wish you could play.

Harry’s head was hung low and his hands were on either side, grabbing onto chunks of hair. I laid a hand on his shoulder and shook him slightly. “Harry?” I called out, although he couldn’t hear me. I shook him again and he swatted my hand away, bringing his own against his head again. I saw that he was actually covering his ears. “Shit.” I curse, kneeling down in front of Harry and looking up at his face.

He looked like he was in pain.

I instantly looked over to the other guys and gave them a frantic look. “Harry’s not doing so well.” I placed my hand on his knee, making sure not to touch his other leg that was braced and casted in place all the way up his thigh. I heard his groan and I got really worried. “Harry?”

I grabbed my board and wrote down two simple words.

You okay?

Harry must have looked at the white board because he shook his head and pointed at his ears before covering them back up. In that small moment of seeing his gauze stuffed ears. I saw a speck of red. I quickly pulled Harry’s hands away from his head and took a look at the bandages a little closer. “Guys, he’s bleeding.”

Louis was at my side next to Harry. He took a look and frowned. “The doctor said that his ears would leak. Fluids and blood and such.”

“That’s gross.” Zayn said, peeking over my shoulder. “What do we do?”

“He’s got some pain meds the doctor gave him.” Louis spoke up.

“So now we drug him?” I asked.

“And change his bandages.” Liam interjected. “They should have given him some new ones as well.”

“So we wrap him like a mummy?” I was trying to make light of the situation, but Harry groaned again and I stood up quickly, running to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. “Got the water!”

“Got the pills!” Louis shoved his hand in the air.

“I got Harry.” Zayn reached around Harry and picked him up, setting him into the wheelchair. Harry groaned again and glared at us as we accidentally bumped his cast against the coffee table. I handed him the glass of water and Louis handed him his pills. He swallowed them in a rush and cleared his throat after. Tears stung his eyes from the pain we all knew he was in.

“I think it would be best to get him in bed for the night.” Danielle spoke up. “You too. I know your shoulder’s still bothering you.” Danielle rubbed Liam’s arm gently.

I looked at them and then at Harry. Zayn was already rolling him off to his room down the long hallway. I blew out an uneasy breath. “Who’s staying here tonight?” I asked just to give a choice to the other guys before I volunteered to keep an eye on Harry. “I’ll stay here if you guys want to go back to your places. Spend some time with the girls.” Each one of them had someone while Harry and I were the only single members in the band.

“Lou wanted to stay too. I was going to head back to my place.” Eleanor smiled sweetly and leaned against Louis. I smiled back at her. “You guys keep Harry company. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She lightly kissed Louis on the mouth and pulled back, smiling still. “Make sure you clean that cut.” Louis chuckled and whispered something I couldn’t hear to Eleanor. She blushed and leaned over to pick up her bag before saying her good byes and leaving the apartment.

“You guys leaving to?” I asked Liam and Danielle. They nodded. I figured Liam wanted to get some sleep. He had dislocated his shoulder in the crash, as well as broke his nose. His dark bruises under his eyes made him look even more tired. He needed the rest as much as the rest of us. “I’ll see ya.” I waved the off before looking at Louis and Perrie who were still left in the room.

“Zayn said he wanted to stay.” Perrie ran her fingers through her bright purple-dyed hair. “We have a problem though. Only one spare bedroom and sorry boys, but I am calling it for the dynamic duo.” She winked and flicked her hair dramatically before walking down the hall after Zayn and Harry.

I stared at Louis before we both started laughing. We looked around the flat and could help but think how mad Harry was going to be in the morning when he realizes that we had trashed his kitchen and living room. “At least he can’t chase us out.” I said, matter-of-factly to Louis.

“Kind of hard with a bum leg.” Louis chuckled once more until a yawn broke through his laughs. “Man, it’s been a hectic day.”

“Hectic couple of days.” I corrected him. We both went silent. Louis touched the cut on his forehead gingerly. I frowned. “Better keep an eye on that, Tommo. Wouldn’t want to scar that pretty face of yours.” I stuck my tongue out at Louis and he frowned, touching his wound again.

“Let’s go help Zayn out with Harry.” He said suddenly, changing his attention back to his best friend. “And then find out where we are sleeping.” Louis rolled his shoulders and I heard his neck popped. He let out a sigh of relief and continued down the hallway to Harry’s bedroom.

“I call the bath tub.” I shouted after him, trying to ease the tension that was in the air.

A/N: Some humor in this chapter along with some more drama. I hope you all liked it! Comment and vote and do ALL the things please! Feedback is always welcomed. -Jach