(Liam's POV)

“Hey boys!” Lou clapped her hands together as we walked into her workspace. There were already racks of clothing that Caroline picked out for us, and a photographer on site to make sure that not only do we look good in person, but also in photograph. The paparazzi are ruthless. We might as well look good while in public. Well, as good as we can look after being in a car crash around a week ago.

“Hey Lou.” I half hugged her with my good arm. The shoulder of the other arm was still sore and hurt to lift sometimes. She hugged me tightly back and made her way down out row of bodies. Harry was in the middle of our line in his wheelchair. Lou leaned down and laid her small hands on his shoulders.

“Man, that crash did some work on you, Harry.” She frowned and cupped his cheek.  Harry looked confused at first, but then he saw her frown and tried to make her feel better by smiling. He hadn’t smiled in a while and it was good to see himWhen she stood back up she flipped her blonde hair away from her face. She continued with hugs and then stood back and looked at us all at once.

“What do you have for us?” Niall spoke up, stepping forward. “That interview is in a week, so we have to look good. Honestly we look pretty rough.” He motioned back to us and I chuckled.

“Speak for yourself Nialler.” I snickered.

“You’re the one with two black eyes.” Zayn laughed under his breath. I tenderly poked at my sore skin by my eyes. Stupid broken nose. That’s what I get for putting my seatbelt behind me when we were driving. It’s either get choked by the belt of get your face bashed in by the back of the seat.

“Well, we really need to focus on what you’re going to do for Hazza.” Louis said, placing his hands on Harry’s shoulders. Harry looked up and pursed his lips. He reached for his white board from the side pocket attached to his wheelchair and bit the cap off the marker before writing.

Do what you gotta do, Lou. He smiled and showed out stylist the board. She smiled and held her chin. Harry pulled his bored down and wiped his hand across the surface, erasing the words. He scribbled something else down and showed it to Louis. The two of them laughed with one another. Laughing was another thing Harry hadn’t done in a while. We all wanted to know how he felt about everything, but he shut himself up.

“Alright boys. I think we have some good clothing choices for all of you. Harry’s clothing will have to be modified for that thing up his leg.” She lazily pointed at Harry’s odd cast. It went up past his knee and then had a sleeve of flexible material before a hard cast again on his thigh. “No black skinnies for him.” She frowned and it made us all laugh, Harry excluded. He just sat silently and tried to ignore the fact that he was out of the conversation because of his hearing loss.

Caroline, who helped us out with clothing pulled the racks forward and grabbed me by the arm. I winced and she automatically apologized. “Sorry, just a bit sore.” I said, rubbing my shoulder and soothing the pain away.

“You know the drill.” She said as she pulled up a plain white T and a plaid long sleeve. She held it up to my chest and smiled. “Okay, shirt- off.” She waved her hands in the air and set the shirt and plaid down. “Try those on and then show me.” She smiled and tapped me on the chest. I gave her a smile in return and worked my own shirt off. It was harder to do than normal since the crash was still fresh. I try to toughen up and just ignore the pain, but I was stuck in that car as well. The stitches in my leg itch, my head throbs all the time, and my arm is practically useless until it heals on its own. And it was all because of some stupid bloke who got pissed off his ass.

Why couldn’t this just all disappear? Harry could have his hearing back and we would be relaxing on our days off between interview and shows, playing video games or something else other than doing the bidding of management instead of recuperating.

I slipped the white tee shirt over my head and pulled my arms through carefully. I looked at the plaid long sleeve shirt and didn’t know exactly what to do with it. It looked two sizes too big, so I tied it around my waist and hoped for the best.

I came out into the group and saw everyone changing into various clothing. Niall had his shirt half on and a pair of pants around his ankles. Zayn was already dressed and looked nearly perfect. He was sitting next to Harry who hadn’t changed into anything. Louis came out from around the rack of clothing in a striped shirt and some bright pants rolled at the ankles. I found it funny that Caroline and Lou dressed him so childishly when he was the oldest member of the band, but hey. He was the one who joked around the most, so I guess it fit his personality.

“Can we make these disappear?” I asked Lou as she walked up to me and messed with my hair. I was talking about my black eyes. The area was a little swollen, but she was really good with makeup, she would figure something out.

“No problem.” She smiled sweetly and turned to Harry. “But first we have to figure out how to hide Harry’s ear injuries. Typical management making my job harder for me.” Lou rolled her eyes and knelt in front of Harry. She brought he hands to the sides of his face and made him look her in the eye. I could see him physically relax in his wheelchair as he let her take the bandages away to see what she had to work with.

“The doctor said to be sure his ears don’t get hit again.” I spoke up and stood next to Lou as she looked at Harry from side to side. He had bruises from his temples to his neck and they were healing pretty well, but they still looked bad.

“How about this for Harry?” Louis shouted after digging through a large bin of miscellaneous articles of clothing. I choked with laughter when he held up a slim amount of fabric. Lou and Caroline giggled. Harry shook his head quickly and pouted at Louis who was only trying to lighten the mood like he always did. “What? Speedos are in fashion. And we need something that’ll work with his leg.”

“No way is Harry ever going to put that on.” Niall said through a fit of laughter. His blue eyes widened and he fell to the ground laughing even harder. I looked back at Harry and he was holding up his sign with a look of defiance on his face.

In two big letters and Harry shaking his head, it said: NO.

 “How about these?” Niall said raising his hand quickly in the air with what looked like a pair of earmuffs between his fingers.

“Those could work.” Lou took them and showed them to Harry. He cautiously touched his ears and wondered if it could really work in hiding his injuries. “It is cold outside. That would be an excuse. What do you guys think?” She looked at the rest of us. I shrugged, not seeing a problem. They could work. Zayn was apprehensive, but after being silent for a few moments he nodded in agreement. Louis and Niall planned all the earmuff ideas and it looked like the idea was set. She gently placed them over Harry’s ears. They didn’t look too bad. They were a little odd, but hey, what can you do about it?

“Now trousers.” Caroline spoke up and held her chin. He looked at the situation and frowned. “We could cut the leg? But that’s ruining a good pair of pants.” She quickly walked over to the rack of clothing and looked for the best option. She pulled a few pairs of trousers out and held them up. Lou nodded at a few pairs and then shook her head no at some of the worst. The two of them settled on a pair of less expensive looking denim. “These would be okay to cut.”

“They sure are getting into this.” I mumbled over to Zayn.

“They do what management wants them to do. Make us look good, like nothing even happened.” The anger in Zayn’s voice dripped like venom. He obviously was not pleased with management after their representative and Paul both yelled at him for breaking that guy’s camera. They couldn’t even get a hold of the paparazzi to come to an agreement, or bribe the guy not to publish the story. It was rough being known worldwide.

“What’s going to happen with the camera guy?” I asked.

“Hell if I know. I was told to keep my mouth shut.” Zayn hissed. I took a step back, giving him some space to fume. “Whatever, man. I just want to get this interview over with so that you guys can get some rest for once. See, I’m okay, a little sore, and so are Niall and Louis. You guys got stuck in that damned car.”

“Yeah, that was kind of scary. Everything is still kind of a blur.” I scratched the back of my neck and I swore I could hear the crunching of metal from the Jaws of Life that got Harry and me out of that wreckage.

“I remember it. Hell, I was the first person out. I had to watch it all.”

“You were?” I raised an eyebrow at Zayn. “I didn’t know-“

“Yeah, I-“ He bit his lip again, searching for the words. “I didn’t think I’d get to see you guys again, you know. Or see Pez.” He frowned and then shook his head. “But yeah, I just want things to go back to normal.”

“Me too, man.” I sighed and clapped him on the shoulder. Me too….

A/N: Wooooo, some Liam/ Zayn broment right there. That was my favorite part of this chapter. Please vote and comment and do ALL the things! Stay my little T-Rex's babes. =]