As if my problems couldn't get any worse, The concert in New York was awful. I fell down and broke my arm while on stage. Great. That stopped the whole show. I had to go the hospital, Niall came with me and stayed through the everything, even when my arm had to be set, which hurt a lot. He was so awesome and sweet about it. I was really glad I had him with me, even if I was really embarrassed about the while situation.
The Doctor said that I had to stay over night because the morphine and other medications they gave me were really strong so I had to stay overnight under close observation, just to make sure there were no complications. I was quite used to hospitals and doctors, nurses, and so on. You see, my mom was a nurse and a damn good one to. In fact, she was one of the best at San Diego Manorial. That's how she met Dad, it's a classic love story.
Later that evening, Harry, Liam, and Louis came in and saw me.
"Hey! How are you feeling?" Louis Asked.
"Could be better. Could be worse." I said with a smile. I could feel the drugs begin to take effect and I know I would soon be out of it. "Listen guys, I am really sorry about tonight. I don't know what happened."
"What's there to be sorry about? You can't blame yourself for what happened, Bella." Liam reassured me with a gentle and comforting smile.
"Well, you just rest and we will see you tomorrow when we pick you up." Harry told me. "All you have to focus on is getting Better. Before you know it, you be back on that stage."
"Alright. Well Bye Bella. See you latter." Liam came over and gave me a hug as did the rest before they left.
Niall, however stayed with me holding my hand.
"Niall, we need to talk." I finally said after some time.
"Whats wrong?" He asked. He looked really worried, like the look someone gets when they are scared they are going to be dumped.
I couldn't tell him with that look on his face. "Niall I Love You!"
His face relaxed. It was the first time I had told him that I loved him and I meant it. I really did love Niall.
"I love you to Babe!" He stood up and kissed me.
"Thats not all, I... I think I should leave the band." I blurted out.
"What?! Why?!" He became really sad all of a sudden.
"Because, the fans don't like me, and if I stay I fear that it will only hurt the others." I began to cry. "You know it's the logical thing to do. When one direction started, it was a boy band. Not a mix band. I didn't make OneDirection popular, the five of you did."
"Please don't do this. Those girls are just jealous thats all. And the others just want attention, even if its the bad kind." He took out his phone and opened twitter. "Look, you never read the replies. So many defend you, Bella. See they do like you, in fact they love you."
Yes, Niall was right, a lot of others had defended me. There must have been millions of them.
"Okay Niall, you win, I will stay." I soon fell into a deep sleep with Niall right beside me.
The next day I left the hospital. The boys were waiting for me, each one was holding flowers.
"Thank you, you guys are so sweet!"
We walked through the door, where reports were waiting for us. They started taking pictures and asked us all questions. We said nothing and went straight to the van. I climbed into the back seat a clinched my arm in pain. One of those dumb reports must have smacked me while I rushing to get to the van.
"Princess, are you okay?" Niall asked, his voice full of concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine. When did you come up with that nickname?" I asked laughing at the same time, my pain was long forgotten.
"I've been calling you that for a while. You must not have noticed."
"I must not have." I said looking at my feet. "I'm sorry, it's been so busy. By the way, I love my nickname. I'll have to think of one for you. How about snuggle bear?"
"Now look, I'm for nicknames and things like that. But, I don't like names that sounds a grandmas nickname for her grandkids!"
I could help myself, I burst into loud laughter. Soon, the whole van was over taken by giggling and unstoppable laughing.