Chapter 18

                                    

                                          
Song - I Wanna Be Yours. By: The Arctic Monkeys.
                          
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I was scrolling through my twitter, laying on my bed my feet propped up on the wall. 
                          
It was around 11 in the morning, and I was still in my pajamas and was going back and and forth between instagram and twitter. I was in the middle of a follow spree on twitter right now.
                          
Once I hit follow limit, I put my phone down and decided to get up and out of hibernation mode. 
                          
I pulled my shirt down as it rode up to my stomach, and walked out of my room and across the hallway to Paislee's room, I looked in her room to see she was fast asleep, one leg out of the covers and her hair across her face, I scoffed and jumped on her bed beside her. She groaned slightly but still didn't wake up. 
                          
I stood up on her bed beside her, and started jumping up and down, "Wake up!" I yelled with a laugh. 
                          
Her eyes popped open in aggravation, "Go away!" She yelled, putting a pillow over her face. I laughed and sat on her legs. She squirmed under the sudden weight, but didn't fight much.
                          
Lazy bum.
                          
I was in an abnormally great mood, as Niall was on his way to LA right now. He was getting here around 2 or so, hopefully. He had sent me a text around 4am my time, 10am his time, saying, "Fixing to board the plane, see you soon! Xx" i got it when i woke up, causing me to be in this fantastic mood.
                          
"Go away, rat!" Paislee insulted making me gasp in fake hurt.
                          
"That's very rude." I said hitting her in the stomach making her hit me, a bit to hard because I fell. Off of the bed.
                          
I yelped loudly, as my body hit the ground with a very loud thump. The air in my lungs got knocked out of me, making me cough, pain coursed through my body, but mostly my knee.
                          
"Oh my God." I hissed under my breathe, laying flat on the floor.
                          
Very loud laugher was heard from above my head, Paislee's head was hanging off the bed, watching me, "Are you okay?" She gasped through her laughter. 
                          
I shook my head. Ouch.
                          
She got up out of her bed, and grabbed my arm to help me up. I slapped her arm, once I sat on the bed. She squealed in shock and pain but didn't do anything.
                          
"You broke me!" I yelped. 
                          
She shook her head with a roll of her eyes, "Where does it hurt?" She asked.
                          
I pointed to me left knee and she nodded before helping me up. I started to walk, but immediately stopped, I squealed in pain, and quickly sat back down. 
                          
Worry crossed her features, and I'm sure my face was the same.
                          
"Oh crap." We muttered at the same time.
                          
I looked at my knee and saw that it was already swollen, and bruising purple. 
                          
She quickly grabbed her phone, she tapped it a few times before putting it to her ear.
                          
"Chantel. Hey. We had a bit of an accident." She started. 
                          
Chantel was my health advisor. She was kind of a on call personal nurse for me, and instead of a making a fuss over me going to a hospital or something, she comes and looks at my health issues before either taking care of me or making me an appointment for a private doctor. She's 25 and amazing at what she does. I usually only use her for tour, though.
                          
After she talked to her for a bit, Paislee hung up the phone, "She'll be here around 3. She's at her moms in Malibu." She said. I nodded, and tried to get up. I limped - slash - jumped to my room.