The Countryside (Zianourry) (Book 1)

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Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

I groaned when there were bangs coming from the front door. "Harry...go answer it already," I said as I rubbed my head smoothly and I was slowly waking up. I stayed at her place overnight and my god am I hungover! I heard another bang at the door and I just shouted "Coming!" Before groaning some more. "Didn't want to help your friend out Harry?" I asked.

No response. "Girl, I know your a light ass sleeper. Wake your ass up!" I shouted as a joke before I stood up and looked at Harry's bed. She was still sleeping and she had no response. She didn't whine, shift, nothing. "Harry?" I called again and moved her body, and it just moved limply. "Oh...My...God! Harry!" I shook her violently and she did not respond. Nothing came out of her. I quickly ran out of Harry's room, ran to the living room and picked up my phone.

"911, what's your emergency?" I heard an operator say. "Hello?! My name is Sandra Berns, and I think my best friend just overdosed!" I hysterically sobbed out. More bangs came from the front, and I looked at it. "Are you sure that it was an overdose ma'am? It sounds like something different?" "No it is! She overdosed and she's in her bed right now! Someone's just at the door and I think it's her boyfriend's! Now can I get an ambulance here?! Please?! She's the only person that I have in my life! Please!" I shouted as I opened the door.

It was her boyfriend's, and they were definitely here to see if Harry is alright. I guess when they saw my face, they grew really panicked. They ran to Harry's room. "Ma'am? Ma'am, can you hear me?" "Yes um...we are on Cleavington Avenue. The nearest crossroad is Glandale and Levington, and the address is 372 Cleavington Avenue. The victim is Harry Styles, she's 21 years old and she is 5 feet and 5 inches tall. She weighs 121 pounds. Now please hurry!" I sobbed as I covered my mouth.

"The ambul-" "Tell them to hurry their asses up!" Louis shouted. I nodded, but that wasn't enough for him. He walked to me, snatched my phone and started to talk to the cop. "No! Your ass is not going to tell me to calm down! I fucking forbid it! I lost my mother and sister. If you think that I'm going to loose the love of my life, my fucking girlfriend because you want to be fucking slow, then you are so fucking stupid!" "Jesus, chill out. They're trying to get here as-" "You shut up!" He shouted harshly at me. I flinched and looked at him shocked.

He then muted the mic, so the police woman wouldn't be able to hear us. "You don't think Harry tells us anything that relates to her overdosing?! Her fucking hearts attacks?! You are the reason behind every single one, and now this one. Sure she said the first time was her fault, but the fucking rest is on you! She told you that she nearly died 5 fucking times! So what did you decide was best for her? You fucking got her drunk and took advantage of her! You got her back on the one thing that she was trying to keep away from her! Now what happened? She's not waking up!" He continued to shout. Even though I was crying, he continued to scream in my face.

"Sir? Sir! The ambulance is nearby. Where does Ms. Styles sleep?" "She is the first room on the right in the hallway. When they come in, the hallway is right ahead. Go in there and her room is first on the right. Please hurry," Zayn then said as he was leaning to my phone. "I'm so-" "Just listen to Louis and shut the fuck up," Zayn spoke coldly. We heard the ambulance outside and that's when Louis gave my phone back to me.

He opened the door and when the siren were much louder and the lights were flashing in front of the house, paramedics were rushing into the house and they went right to Harry's room. "Is there a pulse?" One of them asked Louis. "Yes. Her heart rate is slow and unsteady. It's not even beating at a constant rate," he tells them and they nod.

A stretcher was already moving into the house and it went right to Harry's room as well. Louis and Zayn followed them there, and I just stood there, knowing that they really don't want me to step into the room with them, and I know that Niall and Liam feel the same way. "Her eyes are unresponsive! Let's get moving! There is only a matter of time!" One of the doctors shouted and after a few minutes, I was seeing my best friend being strolled into the back of an ambulance on a stretcher.