im SO sorry for the lack of updates. i have no excuse aside from work and school as usual, and writers block. its 4/20 and i realized i havent been writing as much since i stopped smoking. rip. here's a picture of my doggo to make up for it. her name is bailey and we share the same birthday 💕

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louis and harry raced down to the hospital which wasn't far from the park. louis remembered that harry wasn't too fond of cars so the two booked it down the busy streets, trying to catch up with the two ambulances that raced to the emergency room because niall was bleeding from his head and liam couldn't move any part of his arm without screaming in pain. the paramedics could tell he broke it pretty badly. the blood made louis nauseas but harry held him and turned his head away from the scene as the workers wrapped bandages around their heads and led them into the backs of the trucks on gurneys. harry had to fight his own mental battle watching everything unfold because it was such a trigger for him, watching ambulances around him with their flashing lights and bloody hands. it took him back to the past, where he was in a situation similar to this. but he had to remain in character, not break, and make sure his friends were alright instead of having a panic attack and going in with them. it's a bit of growth, really.

when they made it to the hospital, they were forced to sit in the waiting room until a spare nurse could take the lads back to see their friends. harry just looked around in confusion and hugged louis' arm as fear flooded his face. he hoped there wasn't bad news because liam was like his big brother. all they did was fall from a tree, but from louis' facial expressions when he saw their friends laying on the ground, it must have been bad.

louis held a tight grip on harry's hand as they sat in the empty waiting room. the ticking of the clock made louis anxious. he just wanted to know if his mates were okay. head injuries weren't anything to mess around with, they could lead to serious complications like memory loss or brain damage and he prayed that neither of those things were the result of liam and niall's falls.

harry tucks a loose strand of louis' hair behind his ear and presses his lips to his temple. he could see louis' tension slowly fade away as he continued to kiss his cheek and jaw, then he laid his head on his shoulder. he knew his boyfriend was scared, he was too.

after about an hour, a doctor makes his way to the only men in the waiting room. "are you lads waiting on someone?" he asks.

louis nods. "um, a nurse was supposed to come get us. we're waiting on updates on niall horan and liam payne."

"mr. horan is in stable condition," the doctor said. louis assumed he was the one working with them since he knew the details. "he has a small concussion and some bruises. mr. payne, on the other hand, has a severely broken arm and some facial trauma."

"how severe?" louis asked.

"um, he's undergoing surgery within the next hour."

"oh shit," louis rubbed his face.

"he's okay though, just in alot of pain. niall is too," the doctor reassured. "niall can have visitors, liam has to wait until after his operation."

louis reluctantly nodded. "what was the face thing you mentioned?"

"oh, my bad," the doctor cleared his throat. "he just has a black eye and a few scratches on his face, we were able to clean them up really well though. they were minor."

louis nods again and kissed harry's cheek. the couple followed the doctor to niall, who was lazily watching the telly mounted on the wall.

"hey," louis said softly, not wanting to startle him. "how are you, bud?"

niall gave him a sleepy wave and then waved them in the room. "my head hurts like a whore's lower half after a frat party," he groaned.

"damn, guess it's pretty bad then?" louis frowned. niall nodded, wincing.

"hit my head on a root."

"aw," louis cooed. "poor ni-ni."

niall whined and laid his head back. he was hooked up to some machines -- a blood pressure cuff, a heart monitor and a pulse monitor on his finger. his head was wrapped up in a white bandage that had some blood on it, and it concerned harry when the blood continued to spread.

"you're bleeding!" harry told niall worriedly. niall reached his hand behind his head and frowned when a small amount of blood stained his skin. he pressed the 'call nurse' button and a petite woman walked through the door a few moments later. her name tag read ally and she was a licensed nurse, not a student.

"what's up, hon?"

"my head's bleedin'," niall frowned more.

"oh, that's probably from your staples," his nurse says.

niall's eyes widened. "you mean...like the things you use to put papers together? actual staples?"

ally chuckled and nodded. "you busted your noggin open and bled quite a bit. the area is still sore and swollen and the staples probably just triggered it some. do you want a new bandage?" she came to his side and checked his head.

niall nodded, yawning. the woman opened a cabinet under the sink by niall's bed and pulled out a large roll of wrap and some medical tape. she also dampened a cloth and gently dabbed away some blood from niall's scalp. "you got four staples back here, love."

"did you use an actual stapler?" the irish boy asked. louis snorted at the question and hid his face when niall glared at him.

the nurse cleaned up the area and swabbed some ointment on it. "no, i think they used a staple gun."

he whined and the nurse re-wrapped his injured head. "all set," she smiles. "now, just for safe precautions, can you tell me what lead to this incident?"

niall sat up and readjusted his pillows, smiling softly when he saw harry sneak his hand over to grab louis' and kiss his knuckles. "erm, we all went to the park, my buddies and i," niall started. "was supposed to be a big day. my mates over there got in a relationship, blah blah blah. stupid love," he grumbled.

the nurse giggled and sat on the edge of his bed, writing everything down.

"then we all went to go play on the playground. i got my friend, liam, up in the tree with me and we started talking about stuff. then his bloody fucking branch broke and i was superman and helped him up on my branch. then mine broke! and we fell down pretty far and that's all i remember," the irish lad finished and sighed. "i wanna go home."

"i know," the kind nurse cooed. "you'll be out of here soon. just call for us if you need to. your friend just went into surgery, if you feel any better maybe you can go see him," she says. "i think he can have visitors soon." she checks his vials once more and left the room.

louis gave niall a sympathetic look and patted his leg. "atleast you're okay," he says.

"is liam alright?" niall asks groggily. "this is all my fault."

louis shook his head. "no it's not. we were goofing around. liam's alright, though," he assures. "he broke his arm and he's having surgery on it."

"bro," niall groans. "i fucked up."

louis furrowed his eyebrows. "what do you mean by that?"

"i confessed my liking of him, to him," the irish lad blushed. "then we started talking about everything and the tree broke twice. maybe fate doesn't want us together. we almost died."

louis punched him in the leg. "don't say that around harry."

"he can't hear me, he's alright," niall scoffs.

louis frowned and sighed. "it's not your fault niall. stop thinking that."

niall threw his hands up. "well what else do i think? i got him in the tree!"

"that park is older than us!" louis exclaimed.

"are we really that old?" niall questioned quietly. "holy shit."

louis chuckled and snuggled into harry's side. harry wrapped an arm around his shoulders and kissed his temple, continuing to glance over at the lad in the white bed to make sure he was okay for the sake of his boyfriend.

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liam woke up to bright lights shining on his face. he tried moving his arm to rub his eye but he whimpered loudly, looking down. his arm was wrapped up and he had an i.v. stuck in his hand.

"fuck," he whispered.

a nurse walked in to check on him and smiled, "mr. payne, you're awake! how are you feeling?"

"like i got ran over fourteen times by a semi carrying hippos," liam groaned. "my arm hurts."

"yeah, you broke it, love," she said and wrote down his blood pressure levels. "bumped your head, too. do you remember what happened?"

"uh..my friend asked out my best friend at the park and..i..i think i fell?"

"how?" she asked.

liam tried to remember. "with niall. outta the big tree."

"that's what the record says," she pursed her lips. "how's your head?"

"pounding."

she nodded and wrote a note down. "i'll be back, do you want to see your friends? would you like some medicine for now?"

liam nodded and groaned. "yeah, please. is niall okay?"

"he's just fine. got staples in his head but he's doing better."

moments later she left and two people walked in, and another one being wheeled in by the fourth person. harry had his arm around louis' waist, holding him close. niall was pushed around by his personal nurse and his i.v. pole was dragged by him.

"liam," niall gasped. "are you okay?!"

"'m fine," liam shrugged. "broke my arm."

"i'm so so sorry," niall rambled. "i shouldn't have had you come up there and-"

"niall," liam insisted. "i'm okay. i promise."

"swear to god."

"i swear on harry."

niall nodded. liam was okay. "the bitch ass nurse put staples in my head and didn't even warn me. with a staple gun! what a cunt," he crossed his arms and huffed. louis interjected that he was unconscious so he wouldn't have known either way (which resulted in niall giving him a side eye.)

liam cooed. "i'm sorry, can you come 'ere and give me a hug, monkey boy?"

niall wheeled himself to liam and with harry's help, leaned over to give him a hug. "again, i'm sorry this happened."

"i got in the tree, too," liam said. "it's not your fault."

"but-"

"no buts, mister," liam said sternly, poking his cheek. "now you get better and you can sign my cast first. deal?"

"deal!" niall said excitedly and sat back down. liam smiled softly and carefully adjusted himself on the bed, trying his best not to hit his injured arm on anything. the pain meds were making him nauseas but he was just glad he got to see his friends and niall's bright smile.

"we got your phones, by the way," louis said quietly. he nudged harry's arm and asked for the devices, handing the boys their phones when they were placed in his hands. harry pulled him back over and snuggled him until they got too hot to be so close to one another, which wasn't for almost another hour. liam and niall continued to bicker because niall kept apologizing for the fall every time he looked at liam's arm and harry continued to give louis shy kisses because he was kind of new at the whole relationship thing. louis overheard the other two lads' conversation and giggled to himself, texting harry what was being said.

louis 🖤: have you ever heard of the term "peckerhead"?

harry 🤘🏻: uh, no?

louis 🖤: niall just called liam that

harry 🤘🏻: what the fuck

louis laughed and looked up at his boyfriend, cupping his jaw and kissed his cheek. he was glad everyone was okay, even though this was a bit of a scare for all of them, this was one thing that brought them closer as a group.

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i pulled 99% of this out of my ass but here u gooooooo

random question: what inspired your username? > i have a poster in my room that literally says "playboy members only" and has the playboy logo. i won it at the county fair a couple years ago from a game. that was also the year i came out so everyone thought i was being extra as fuck lollll.

once again i am so so so so sorry for not updating like i used to. im almost done with school and hopefully then i'll be able to write more. ive noticed wattpad has become a bit...dead, as you could say. just not so active. unless i just follow inactive people idk idk idk.

i love you & i promise another update will come soon :)