Rachel Stanford thought of herself of One Directions biggest fan. Then she meets them and her life drastically changes. Is she truly living the dream or will reality come back and hit her with a bang?


5. Fine.

I stayed awake all the way to the hospital. Niall was unnecessarily annoying throughout the journey and the medic refused to give me any more pain meds' because I'd already had 'plenty', even though my ankle was killing me and I'm sure I re-broke my nose. When we got to the hospital the doctor confirmed it and he spent forever resetting it. They think my fall might have made my ankle worse so now I have to have a CT scan and wear some stupid hospital dress. Ugh.

"It's fine! Can't I just have a bandage and go home?" I moaned as Niall wheeled me to the x-ray room. He'd told the nurse he was a 'good friend' and offered to take me there instead of her. She just walked along beside us and blushed whenever Niall gave her a heart breaking grin. Her name tag read Jill.

"We have to be sure, Rachel. If it's broken you need a cast so it sets straight," She replied softly.

I groaned and put my head in my hands. Niall put a hand on my back and rubbed it gently. Electric currents shot through my spine and around my body at his touch and I flinched away reflexively. I didn't see his reaction but I could imagine the frown forming on his face as he lifted his hand away. We, finally, arrived at the CT scan room and Niall wheeled me inside. 

"Moral support?" Jill asked Niall. I turned round in my chair to stare at him meaningfully and shook my head the tiniest bit. 

He grinned and nodded. "Of course."

I sighed and got out of the chair and started towards the machine. Limping was too sore and hopping wasn't exactly working out, so I sort of shuffled across the room slowly. Jill rolled her eyes and tapped her foot impatiently. Niall noticed me struggling and lifted me up bride-style. I protested and winced at the sensation that burned my skin where he touched me. 

He rolled his eyes, and I'm sure he muttered something like "what is your problem" under his breath. I sighed in relief when he put me down on the edge of the machine and lay down. I closed my eyes as I the machinery started whirring around me and it went dark. It was over within minutes and I opened my eyes and sat up as soon as I could.

"What is it?" I asked eagerly as Jill came in from the operation room.

"You had a sprain before, yes?" She asked, checking her clipboard.

"Yup," I replied, popping the 'P'. 

"It has become worse, just a single fracture. You'll need a cast."

I groaned and ran a hand through my hair. Suddenly Niall grabbed my hand and squeezed it reassuringly. 

"It'll be okay," He smiled.

I smiled faintly and pulled my hand away. He frowned and puckered his lips, thinking. I was taken to a ward filled with other people and given a bed. The cast took a while and I smiled when it was over and the pain eased.

"Can I change into my clothes now?" I asked, whined almost. 

"Yes. I'll leave you in here, no one will come in. Your friend can stay, if he likes," She smirked then skipped out of the ward.

"Um, my clothes!" I called after her. Seconds later she came in with a plastic seal bag with my clothes inside and dumped it on the bed with emphasis along with a set of crutches. 

"Here you go. Have a nice day, leave when your ready," She smiled sarcastically then left, shutting the curtains.

"You can go now," I sighed as I pulled my clothes out of my bag. My shoes were scuffed and my jeans had rips on the knees. I pulled on my jeans underneath my gown, flinching when they tugged on my ankle. 

"You okay?" He asked, seeing my reaction.

"I'm fine. And do you mind?" I gestured to my upper body. "Privacy?"

"I've seen you like that before. It's okay," He shrugged, but I could see the smirk he was trying to repress.

"Really? You want to stay?" I raised my eyebrows.

"I don't mind," He shrugged, again.

"I want you to leave!" I exclaimed.

"I need to stay, you might have suicidal thoughts," He grinned.

"You're so annoying," I groaned and turned my back to him. I heard him chuckle, then stop and take a deep breath as I pulled the gown over my head. What was it? Did I have back fat? Too big a waist? Blood burned my face and I yanked my jumper over my head quickly then turned to face him. "Do you have my bag?" I asked, still blushing furiously.

"Yup, but you need to take your crutches so I'll carry it." He grinned me  pulled open the curtains. "I'll give you a lift." He said as he put a hand on the small of my back and led me through the ward to the exit. I flinched and side stepped so he wasn't touching me.

"Um, it's okay. I'll walk home," I replied.

"It wasn't a question. I want to take you out for dinner. You'll probably want to change into something that isn't sticky first, though." He grinned. 

I sighed and swung on my crutches. Huh. It was fun. Suddenly he stopped walking and stared at me. I stopped too and turned to him.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Shouldn't I be asking that question? You act like I'm poking you with a hot poker every time I touch you," He said through his teeth.

"Sorry. I just-It was the-I don't-" I fumbled for an excuse then sighed. "It just seemed too intimate," I mumbled to the floor.

He snorted. "I patted your back, held your hand, help you across a room. I didn't run my hand up your leg."

"You refused to leave the room as I got dressed!"

"I was teasing you. God, your such a drama queen! I'm surprised you didn't bring up 'the office!'" He threw his hands in the air.

"'The office'? Really? That's what your calling it? We kissed, Niall. Okay? We kissed. I guess you have a lot to deal with, being internationally famous and all, but seriously, get over it," I snapped then turned around and limped to the exit. I got into the car park then realized I didn't know where the hospital was, or how to get home. I felt hands on my shoulders and turned round to face them. There he was, with his stupid, beautiful blonde hair and deep blue eyes and ridiculously smoldering grin.

"You're funny when you're angry," He grinned. 

I rolled my eyes. "Are you taking me home or not?" I'll just pretend he's not famous. Treat him like any other friend, it couldn't be that hard.

His grin widened and he grabbed my hand and led me through the car park. He stopped in front of a black Porsche. He let go of my hand to open the door. 

"This is your car?" I asked incredulously. Maybe it would be harder to pretend he was normal than I thought.

"Yup," He grinned.

"Unbelievable," I muttered before climbing inside and balancing my crutches next to me. Niall reached in and grabbed my crutches then walked round the the back of the car. I heard the boot open and shut, before he climbed in next to me.

"Are you ready?" 

"Yep, let's go before I change my mind," I smirked.

"Are you okay?" He raised his eyebrows jokingly.

"I'm fine."

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