Why Am I In Payne? (A Liam Payne Fan Fiction)

Alice. Seems like a normal name for a normal girl. But Alice can only dream of a normal life. She is homeless, and has been living on the street since she was eleven.
She gets hit by a car in order to save another life. But whose life? Liam Payne. Of One Direction.

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2. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.


Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I came out of my dreamless sleep, but couldn't find the energy to open my eyes. All I knew was that everything was hurting. My ribs, my head, my legs, my arms, my neck, my face, especially my ears. What was that annoying beeping? I slowly slipped into unconsciousness once again as people walked into the room...

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

I snapped out of it at once and heard a sob. I didn't know where I was, but I knew that if it doesn't keep beeping, it's a bad thing. It was nice to hear the annoying sound once again.
 
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I heard a murmur, with a confused tone. I couldn't make out what he was saying, I was too tired. I felt sleepy once again, and against my will fell deeper and deeper into the hole that was unconsciousness.

 Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Forcing myself out of it again, I just wanted to hear it again. There it was:

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I felt people surrounding me, and one person squeezed my hand.

'Alice, please. If you can hear me, squeeze my hand back.'

Who was this? It sounded familiar... familiarm... familiam... miliam... Liam! The nice boy who talked to me the other day. I had to show him. Show him I remembered, show him I could hear him, show him I was alive. I brought up all the power I could muster, and put the barest amount of pressure on his hand.

Nothing. Damn.

I needed more energy than what I have actually got in me. But this was important. I tried once again. I brought everything I could, and squeezed his hand gently. I heard a gasp.

'Alice! Alice! Oh Alice, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault!'

I wanted to scream out to him. I wanted to shout 'No, Liam! Stop blaming yourself! You shouldn't be hurting over me.' But I couldn't. I felt drained. That tiny pressure amount on Liam's hand had taken everything, all the power I could muster, away from me. I couldn't stop as I sank lower into myself, and went into a dreamless slumber once more.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
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