Love Hurts { Harry Styles FanFiction }

Chapter 5: " Not everything's what it seems."

Sasha's POV

" Audrey! Please don't do this... Someone, Help!" I pleaded.

I noticed that the roof was slowly getting darker and darker. I covered my mouth and nose with my sleeve.

I desperately searched for a way out. The windows were too high on the roof and frankly, I couldn't see them anymore because of all the smoke covering it.

I need to get lower so I don't inhale anymore of this smoke. I got down to my knees but realized I can't cover my face anymore if I'm crawling around. I took off my outer plaid shirt and tied it around my head, just low enough so I could see where I was going, but not high enough in where it wasn't covering my breathing paths at all.

I got to the sinks and tried to turn all of them on. Hey, at least I was trying to get some water to see if it would help. Of course, this school just hates me and the sink pipes exploded when I turned it on. I guess that the fire damaged some pipes.

Wasn't someone looking for me? I heard some crackling behind me so I looked to see what it was. As I looked, I got hit with something on the head. It caused me to fall down and then I realized that some flames got on the stalls and a piece of the stall fell off and it hit me.

It felt like deja vu... Me falling down. Hitting my head. Feeling the blood ooze out. Then hearing someone call for help.

My eyes were super blurry and the " breathing mask" did me no good. I felt small pieces of flames hit me and it burned... A lot. I saw a figure in the doorway. Well, at least that's what it seemed like. I shouldn't be assuming things though. Not everything's what it seems.

Then again, the figure is what I was hearing call for help... That's what I think they were saying anyway.

Ugh... I'm being so confusing right now. I don't even know what I see. I do know that I'm getting extremely light headed and this air is making it hard for me to breathe.

My eyes started drooping and I felt myself being hoisted up.

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" This is all your fault." I heard a feminine voice growl.

" How is this my fault?" a deep voice replied.

I feel like I'm in a movie right now. I can hear them, buy don't have enough strength to open my eyes or move, nor enough oxygen in my lungs to speak.

Where am I anyways?

Sadly, I started remembering all the details.

" You led her into thinking you liked her. You kissed the girl who she despises. You didn't help me look for her during the fire. You made her think that you cared about her. And worst of all... You made her trust you!" Olivia(?) Replied.

" Who said I didn't fucking look for her, Olivia?" he boomed.

Oi, it must be Styles and Olivia bickering.

He mumbled something that I didn't quite catch... I heard the word " like " in there somewhere, though.

I felt a wet towel being pressed against me.

" I still don't understand why you're doing that." Styles grumbled.

" For the last time, I'm cleaning up her cuts so it won't look as bad!" she whisper shouted.

Things were just getting tenser and tenser as I just laid here.

" And besides, this is all her fault anyway!" he said.