Taking A Final Stand

Chantal LeBlanc, a 14 year-old from Toulouse, France, has been bullied all of her life. She's finally had enough. She's changed schools, MJCs (a program for French students who are interested in extracurricular), and towns, just to get away, but it's no use. She's decided to move to London, England, where her pen pal, Niall Horan, lives. Niall's heard about her amazing musical talents, but now, he gets to see it for himself, as she has to audition, in order to enroll in a performing arts school; the exact same performing arts school that Niall attends. Will she rise above and beyond the obstacles that lay ahead? Or will she fall so hard, she can't see the light , at the end of the tunnel?


20. Broken..

When I, finally, come to, I'm  in a hospital bed. I look around, to find Niall, Louis, Zayn, and Harry, in the hospital room, with me.

"Guys, what happened?" Niall looks at me, smiling, though I could see that he was crying.

"You got injured." Niall answers. "We were leaving Nando's, and a huge crowd of fans came. All six of us shoved into each other, and you fell on the ground. Your arm landed on broken glass. Then, when we got you into the car, you became unconscious. We took you here, the doctor examined your arm, and had to mend the bone. Needless to say, you broke your arm." I look down at my arm, only to find a light blue cast. I smile.

"You chose the color, didn't you?" I ask. He nods, smiling at me.

"I did." He answers. "I'm glad that you're alright, now." I try to sit up. I smile, and hug him tightly. Harry looks at me, with a frown on his face. I sigh.

"Harry, what's wrong?" I ask him. Tears flow from his emerald eyes.

"I feel so bad about this." He responds. A confused expression comes across my face.

"What do you mean, Harry?"

"Well..." He takes a deep breath. "When we were overwhelmed by the fans, I was the one who accidentally pushed you. I didn't mean to, though. I was trying to get away from the fans. I'm really sorry, love." Tears flow down both of our faces, now.

"It's okay, Harry." I answer. "You didn't mean to do it, and I understand that. I forgive you, Harry." He comes over to where I am, and hugs me. As the doctor comes in, he goes to sit back down.

"Chantal, we're going to discharge you. You're going to have to see an orthopedist for you arm, in about 3 months, so that you can get the cast off." I nod, as he hands Niall the Aftercare Instructions. I stand up.

"Thank you, doctor." I reply. "Have a nice night." We walk out of the hospital, and to the Jeep. As we all pile in, with Liam making his way to the passenger seat, I look down at my other wrist. It's bandaged up. I smile, and turn my head, to find Niall, glancing at me. His eyes glisten in the moonlight, and fill with tears.

"Niall, what's wrong?" I whisper.

"I'm still in shock that you hurt yourself." He whispers. "Why did you?" I look down, ashamed.

"I couldn't take being bullied, anymore. Plus, I couldn't necessarily stop myself." I look at him, tears flowing down my face. Zayn noticed.

"Chantal, what's wrong?" Zayn asks. Soon, Louis notices, as well.

"It's nothing, Zayn." I reply, through tears. "Honest." I look at Niall, with an expression on my face that reads They can't find out about this. He nods at me, and dries my eyes. I look outside, and notice the apartments. We're home.

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