"Sorry D, how much does it hurt now?" Niall asked.
"Less. I want to go home."
"Let's go." Niall announced and I got piggy backed by Harry while Alex held my boots and we head out of the place.
When we got home, Harry carried me inside the house and sat me on the couch and sat beside me.
"Niall thanks for inviting us hang out with you guys." Alex told Niall.
"Nah, I wanted to meet the birthday girl again." he replied.
"Yeah, Niall thank you for letting this dickhead ruin my foot. I really appreciate." I scowled.
"Oh come on, I said I'm sorry." Harry complained.
I turned to glare at him, "Might I refresh your memory because I can see you forgot something. I refused to do the skating because I know it would end up this way. And also, you promised to drop me safely which you failed at but I thank God that it didn't lead to my death."
He shut up instantly and I turned to Alex, "Can you make me a cup of coffee please?" I pouted. She laughed and made her way into the kitchen. Niall got up and patted my shoulder, "we have to be on our way. Take care and get well soon."