Here's To Hoping (One Direction)

16.) The Unexpected

Chapter Sixteen: The Unexpected

            The next few weeks fly by without a hitch. The boys, Jess, and I are all getting along fantastically. Mine and Niall’s relationship is going strong and I couldn’t be happier. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with the Irish bloke. Harry and Jessica are doing great too. Come to find out, Harry’s surprise that he had for Jess was a duet he had written for her. They were set to record today so that the song would be on the boys’ next album.

            Seeing as that we are supposed to already be at the recording studio by now, I’m starting to freak out. I hated being late. The boys had already left the house we were staying at for the time being to go to the studio. The house belonged to one of the management’s friends.

            “Jessica, come on! We were supposed to have left fifteen minutes ago!” I yell.

            “Just go on ahead then! I still have to finish my makeup and get dressed.” She yelled back to me.

            “Fine. I’m just saying, but when the boys ask why you’re late…you’re not gonna like what I tell them!” And with that, I walk out of the front door with a security guard named Jake. I think I hear a loud “SKANK!” as I walk down the steps. Smiling to myself, I hop in the car and Jake drives off.

            Ten minutes later we arrive at the studio and all the boys are sitting around watching Niall play his guitar. As soon as they see me, they begin to fire off questions as to why I’m so late. Harry stands up and asks me where Jessica is. Ignoring all the other boys’ questions, I turn to Harry.

            “Well as you know, your dear girlfriend can’t possibly leave the house unless her hair and makeup is perfect. Therefore, this whole time I’ve been waiting on her to get ready. I kept asking her to hurry the hell up but she just argued with me. Finally she got fed up and told me to go on without her.” I finish.

            “She really does take a long time doing her makeup.” Lou says.

            “Trust me, I know. I’ve been friends with the girl since I was fifteen.” I reply.

            Nodding, Harry sits back down. I walk over to where Niall is sitting and perch myself on the chair arm. He begins to play again and I get sucked up into his mesmerizing voice. A few seconds later I’m knocked out of my thoughts by Paul’s obnoxious ringtone. He promptly digs his phone out of his pants pocket and answers.

            “Hello? …Peter what’s going on? …I can barely hear you.” Paul speaks into the phone. By now, everyone has stopped to stare at Paul. I glance at Harry and our eyes meet. Immediately, I know it’s about Jessica.

            “What do you mean a wreck? Have you called a bloody ambulance? …Peter! Where are you? Is Jessica okay? …Unconscious? … Put a shirt or something on the gash to stop the bleeding.” That is the last thing I hear. As soon as his last sentence comes out of his mouth, I’m already up and running out the door. I didn’t need to hear anymore- Jessica is the only thing that mattered at the moment.

            Running as fast as I can, I bolt out of the lobby doors of the recording studio and onto the sidewalk. The only things I can hear is the sound of my feet hitting the pavement and my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I wonder to myself how long it would be until I reach the wreck.

            As I round the corner, my question is answered. In the middle of one of the busiest intersections in L.A, I see the black Escalade that Peter normally drove. The passenger side is wrapped around a telephone pole and there is an 18-wheeler with the front smashed in about fifty feet away. I look back to the Escalade and see smoke rising from the hood and glass everywhere. Looking closer, I see dark smears across the cracked passenger window.

In the distance I think I can hear the boys running to catch up with me, but I don’t care. Walking a couple of feet closer, I find one of the black side view mirrors that belonged to Peter’s car sitting on the ground in front of me. Bending down, I look at my cracked reflection in the mirror and then everything goes black.