Krystal P.O.V

"Right one first," I sigh heavily for the nth time as Martha instruct me .

"How are we even supposed to do this! I can't even move my toes yet and we didn't move a meter since we started!" I snapped before realizing how rude my tone was "I'm sorry, but this is too hard."

"Don't worry, I understand how stressing it is. Just don't give up Krysi." With her pat on my back I took a deep breath and she began instructing again.

"Move your toes, slowly."

"Wait wait! Don't let go!"

"I won't, don't worry I'm right here."

I began flexing my toes but pain shot up at me and I voluntarily groaned.

"I have an idea!"

Enlighten me, Ms.Martha.

"Why don't you! Try walking on that treadmill She clapped almost letting go of me as she pointed at the machine across the room.

I calculated the distance from where I'm standing till the treadmill then looked back at Martha, a big frown crumbling my face.

She tsked at my expression and ushered me towards it, not waiting for my reply.

"Slowly!" I requested.

"Slowly slowly." She repeated.
"There!" She helped me take a step onto the machine's rough surface as I felt the friction under my feet.

"Okay so, we will take it easy and slow. Just trust yourself, and trust me too okay?"

I nodded and she clicked a button after clipping something onto my clothes, the machine started moving and I felt panic as my feet refused to move.

"Easy and slow." Martha's soothing pats made me feel better and I tried again.

I need to do this, not only for me but for my family too.

And for you idiot...

I know I may get over him, but that definitely isn't happening soon.

But what if I never get over you?

What if I continue to wake up every day of my foucking life and want you so badly that my bones start to shake so much that they feel like they're going to break?

What if I keep waiting for a call or a text or a sign from God that never comes?

What if you were The One and I wasn't?

I pushed the thoughts away to the back of my mind focusing on my convulsed feet.

As I started taking steady steps catching up with the moving surface under me; Martha held up her hand towards the machine's controlling panel.

"What are you doing?" I asked in horror.

"We need to move on? Next step; higher speed?" I shook my head violently as she said that "don't worry, trust You and I "

In a while I was convinced and she increased the speed and I began my tries to catch up.

One fail, two fails, three.

"I can't do this."

"You can! Don't ever say that again Krysi, now let's try again."

"What if-"

"No, try again now!"

I sighed and did as I was told, the machine came back to life and the weird thing was still attached onto my clothes.

"What is this for?" I asked referring to the wire that was attached to the clip hung onto me.

"Safety."

"But you won't let me go right?"

"Not yet."

I was about to start complaining but the door's creek interrupted me, I turned my head up front to wards the door waiting for the person to come in.

The wire attached to my clothes got detached from the tradmile as I stopped moving and the whole thing was automatically turned off.

There was shuffling out side when finally Louis Tomlinson came in-- wait what?

If I could say my heart fell six feet underground it would still be an understatement.

I stood, my arm and shoulder held by Martha as my eyes bulged out never leaving the sockless boy standing before me.

A while of silence later another boy came into the room, with a smile plastered on his face and blonde hair combed above his head.

Niall Horan.

No no no, what's happening? I felt my stomach twisting and my eyes balls threatening to fall off.

Next,-- no no please.

Liam Payne.

He walked in steadily, his hands shoved inside his ripped Jean pants' pockets.

I literally felt my heart hammering inside my ribcage almost breaking my ribs.

Not long after, DJ Malik followed.

The boy who bought his mom a house, the boy who killed us by the way he treated the rest of the boys.

Zayn Malik.

I stood still, but as my eyes scanned the four figures standing across the room I shuddered silently in Martha's arms.

Is He behind this?
Where is Harry?

My mind was screaming millions of questions, but my tongue was tied. No words would come out.

The fact that I couldn't jump all over the place like I'm supposed to, made my heart beat faster, and harder.

"Hey," Louis said, I couldn't help as my eyes opened wider; if that was even possible.

Louis Tomlinson sounds even better in real life; if that was even possible!

I didn't reply, no.
I couldn't move, I couldn't talk;

I felt as if my whole body was cemented, not a muscle dared to move and my wildly beating heart was the only exception.

I watched Tomlinson's thin lips move as his coherent words filled the air moving in smooth sound waves.

"Excuse me? What are you gentlemen doing here? This is a patient's room, are you in the wrong room?"

"No no, we are in the right room. We are here for Krystal Ram..." Liam stopped scratching his finely styled hair as he frowned.

"Krystal Ramirez." Niall covered up.

My name...
Niall Horan and Liam Pyne said my name...
Niall remembers my full name.
Liam said my name...

I shivered and felt the goosebumps grow all over my body.

"Do you know them Krysi?" Martha turned to me, saying I couldn't reply would definitely win as the understatement of the year.

I couldn't take my eyes off them, as I felt the air sip into my mouth going in between my parted lips.

"I think you are in the wrong room sir," I couldn't make out who she was talking to but I felt her let me go.

I internally screamed, my legs giving up on me as I began my fun jurney of landing on my butt.

When I let out a weak gasp Martha turned back to me, holding my arm back just on time.

When I was safely set up again I looked back at them, three of them were still standing in place.

Where was Liam?

Before my brain could built up the possibilities and scenarios of why he wasn't there I felt two strong arms come in contact with my body.

Definitely not Martha.

I felt one go around my waist as the other semutaniously went under my tighs.

Liam carried me, setting me back on my bed as I got the chance to experience the extraordinary smell of his cologne.

Liam Payne touched me.
I smelled Liam Payne.
Liam and I are in the same room.

Louis and I are in the sane room.
Niall and I are in the same room.
Zayn Malik is here, too.

"Do you know these boys Krysi?" Martha asked again.

This time I was able to nod, my eyes never leaving the Liam feet away from me.

"Are you like friends?" Martha asked.

"Yeah, we are really good friends." Zayn replied.

Zayn said we are friends...

"O--okay then. I will leave you guys. Take care of her and don't make her walk." Martha said giving me a last look before she left.

My eyes followed her retreating figure till she was out of sight.

Just then, with my eyes still stuck on the door another boy came in.

My heart stopped, dropped and I could hear it crash.

Harry Styles.

Hello beautiful readers,

This chapter was written by my sister inspirit_k205, sorry but I'm having a writers block these days; I have the events but literally can't put them into words.

Only the chapters I tell you guys someone helped me with are the chapters I didn't write alone, other parts I really did write on my own. Just to make things clear.

I only trust 3 people , myself is one of them, to help me with this, 😊😚😜

The pictures of the boys are not necessarily how they look when they entered on Krystal, but they are just f** beautiful pictures of my babes!

25th of July, 2016 @ 10:24 PM
Lots of love ❤❤❤