A/N Hey! So I know my updating has gone to shit and I'm so sorry. I got my drivers licence though and driving is a little stressful ngl but I'm working on it! I hope everyone is well!
Louis
You know those moments when time just stops? That is exactly how Louis felt when the call with Harry went dead. The world stopped on its axis and Louis felt as if he were stuck in another nightmare, although the pounding of his heart reminded him this was all real.
Louis wasn't thinking, only acting. He didn't have a car but Niall did, there was not time to ask for permission so he swiped the keys off the bench and made a mad dash for the door. It was all sheer panic Louis's breaths were uneven and wobbly, he didn't realise it but his hands were trembling. And he still had to drive the car without dying before he would even know if Harry was alive.
His hands were shaking violently but moving quickly. Louis flung the car door open and leapt inside, shoving the key into the ignition. Niall was a rather wealthy lad himself and owned non other than black Volvo. Louis really wanted to tell Niall what was happening and why he was taking the car but Niall was out on the pub, as per usual.
The engine roared to life sucking Louis back into reality, he gulped several times to steady his breathing and settle his nerves before kicking the car into gear and speeding off.
Harley road... Harley road... Harley road.
Louis had heard or maybe seen that name before, he steered the car in the general direction which he hoped it was. He just needed to double check that he was going the right way, gripping the wheel with one hand he leaned over to the passenger seat and grabbed his phone. Louis's eyes frantically darted between the road and his phone as he typed into google maps.
The phone loaded for what felt like forever and... yes! He was already en route it only looked to be about 30 minutes or so if Louis drove fast, which he always did. The engine purred as he flattened the accelerator turning onto the open road, Niall's car was far more responsive than anything Louis had ever driven.
The bright blue sky was now fading into a dark pink casting shadows over the road, the temperature gage was also dropping. Louis bit the inside of his cheek and tried not to picture what he might find. Would Harry be alive? Yes. He had to be alive, Louis barely knew Harry and he had no clue why or how Harry called him but he felt this urge pulling him closer to Harry. Almost like they were somehow connected Louis had never been one for relationships, he found it hard to comprehend loving or even caring for someone else when he could barely love himself. But here he was driving this car like an absolute manic for Harry.
Louis had been so focused on driving and thinking about Harry that he hadn't even noticed the tears now streaming down his cheeks. He sniffed trying to calm himself and took a hand off the wheel to wipe his eyes.
Refocusing on the road his breath hitched as he was met with the sight of a car speeding on his side of the road directly towards him. His actions froze and he jammed the break just as the car swerved back onto the correct side of the road at the last moment. Louis's hands shook steering the car for the next several minutes from the near miss. It wasn't far to go, just a little further and then he could find Harry.
The rest of the drive was silent apart from Louis's pounding heart.
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Houses start to become fewer and fewer until there is nothing but open road and grassy fields with the odd lone tree, and Louis was scanning the road signs. Charles road.... Garden road..... Harley road. The car swerved violently and Louis shot round the corner driving recklessly now Harry was so close, but what if Louis was too late? He didn't know how bad Harry's injuries were, maybe he was only unconscious, he could even be standing around bored waiting for Louis.
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Save Me and I'll Save You L.S
أدب الهواةIn his second year of university Louis Tomlinson is battling depression and barely managing to stay afloat financially. Meanwhile Harry Styles who is known by everyone and invited everywhere is fighting his own battle and convincing himself to be so...