One Shots | 1D

just keep breathing [english]

!trigger warning!

I frantically look around, trying to get a picture of our surroundings. When my eyes meet bright green ones, I sigh in relief. He's alright, right?

When I take a look at his whole body after, my stomach is in knots at the sight of how much blood there is, at the sight of the wounds on his face, collar and arms. There are probably many more, but there's too much blood for them to be visible.

While looking at the blood around us I suddenly become very aware of the situation, the shattered glass in front of us, the white insides of the airbags.

Shouldn't it hurt? I always thought that car crashes had to be very painful for those involved, but right now I'm not really feeling physical pain on me.

A sharp pain bolts through my upper body, making me groan. Fuck.  "Louis", Harry presses out, "what happened?" I look back at him, only now noticing the confused look in his eyes. "I think we got in a crash", I say slowly. While trying to remember and process what had happened I can hear Harry's breaths becoming heavier, him obviously having trouble breathing.

"Harry. Harry listen to me please. Can you get out of here somehow?" I try to sound as calm as possible, not wanting him to panic, too. He nods slowly, then tries to get out as slow as possible, not wanting to hurt himself more. A few seconds later he gives up and leans back into his seat. "Can you try? I think-" He takes a deep breath, "I can't get out without-"
Closing his eyes he takes in another breath and looks back at me. I nod.

With shaking hands I try to loosen the seatbelt, the next second it goes dark.

"Harry!", I called out into the dark flat. "Louis!" , he shouted back. I smiled to myself.
"Where are you hiding at?", I called again. "Living room, the space behind the couch", he answered. Chuckling to myself I make my way to the living room. Over that space Harry had put a blanket. One side fixated with pillows stacked against it, the other side on the windowsill, flower pots standing on it to hold it in place. From inside there was a dim light. Coloured purple by the way. I pushed a part of the blanket aside to get inside.

Harry sat on a pillow, another between the wall and his back, and a blanket draped over his lap. He held his phone in one hand, the other pat on the ground between his legs, inviting me. I smirked and shook my head. "It's almost midnight, love", I said, smiling at him. "Do you wanna-" He interrupted me. "Yes, yes Lou. Yes."

He got up, ripping off the "roof" of the pillow fort. When he took my hand to pull me towards the front door we stopped for a second, looked back at the mess behind the couch and laughed.

"You do the music?", Harry asked as he climbed into the drivers seat. I nodded. After another short look at him I put on our playlist. He smiled. "Where to though?", I asked when he started the car. "Where you proposed?", he suggested, a slight smirk on his lips. I agreed.

It was a warm night, so we let down the windows and turned the music up. We were in the woods, which meant that we wouldn't disturb anyone with the loud music. Harry's curls went wild in the wind, flying everywhere. Well, my hair did too. But Harry looked definitely prettier like that. This whole scenario felt like from a movie. It was absolutely perfect.

He smiled at me for a second, dimples and bright eyes. "You're gorgeous, Harry", I whispered. He smiled even harder, if thats possible. I realise too late that he should've paid attention to the road instead.

"Louis, Louis!", someone shouts, far away. "Louis please open your eyes", the voice says again, I can hear the person taking deep breaths between their words, as if they had trouble talking. I press my eyes shut for a while, then I open them and blink a few times. "What-", I start, but the voice interrupts me. "Louis, thank god, are you okay? Are you in pain? What happened?"

I look to the side, seeing concerned eyes skimming over my face. Harry. "I don't know I just- I think I blacked out, sorry" He lets out a short laugh, but clutches his torso right after, as if laughing causes him pain. "I found your phone, but I can't reach-", he presses out, taking another sharp breath after. "Where?"

Harry nods towards the back of the car. I turn around, then I see my phone on the backseat, halfway buried underneath my jacket. I look back at Harry and start shaking my head. It's too far away to be able to reach it.

"Louis-", Harry says again, one hand against his ribs.

"Harry-?"

"I can't-" He tries to take another breath, a panicked look spreads on his face as he realises it doesn't work. "Fuck, Harry don't do this now, please. Stay awake, okay?" I'm starting to panic now too, ripping on my seatbelt, trying to loosen it. I'm making it worse. I turn back to Harry, his lips start to turn purple-ish. "Harry, can you hear me? Harry breathe, please. Try to-", I ramble, helplessly looking around, trying to find a solution for this.

We should've stayed home. We should have stayed home. Why today? Why did we go on this midnight trip tonight? We could've just-

"Lou- is", Harry repeats. I'm starting to panic.

"Harry please, breath just-" I pause. "Please. Just keep breathing. Please Harry, try"I only whisper the last part.

Harry closed his eyes meanwhile. His chest rises and sinks only a tiny bit, it's almost not noticeable. He looks calm. A wave of pain rolls over me. I pretty much blended it out until now. Looking at Harry again I see that he opened his eyes a little, looking at me. I look back at him, the eye contact making him crack a small smile. I smile back.

We hold the eye contact for a few moments, then we simultaneously close our eyes.

Is this the end? I think it is. It should be, right?

It is.