Dire {h.s.}

11

Harry Styles

We hit a fucking tree. I lost control of the wheel, and we hit a fucking tree. I hate losing control over things, because shit hits the fan if I do.

My anger fades away and melts into a different type of emotion I don't get to experience often... concern.

The airbags are ballooning out, my forehead was bleeding from hitting the wheel by the harsh impact. I touch my hand to it, the blood paints my hand. In a panic, I look to my right at Ava. Her eyes are closed, her temple is bleeding, and the stressed look of her face is gone. She looks at peace. The rise and fall of her chest allows me to know she's still alive, and I don't know how to feel about that.

I try to crane my neck back to look at Louis, but it hurts too much. I cuss under my breath in a mix of pain and frustration, groaning.

"You alright back there?" I ask, out of breath now.

Silence swallows the car. Fuck.

I need to make sure he's alive, or I'll be blamed for his death. I don't like him very much, in fact, I find him rather fucking annoying, but he's in this crime as much as I am.

Carefully, I set on opening the door. It does easily, but the hard part reveals itself quickly the second I try to remove myself from the truck. My leg screams at me to stop moving. The piece of broken glass stands deep inside my thigh, and for one's first reaction to be rolling their eyes at such a sight, they'd be thought to be insane. I guess I'm insane then.

I can't remove the glass or my entire leg will start to create a pool of blood.

With whatever ounce of strength I have left of me, I find a way to carefully push myself out of the truck. I just need to wake them up, make sure they're alive and okay. I don't care if they are, but if I am the last standing in this situation, I'll be in more trouble than I've bargained for.

I make it to the backseat, to where I pull at the door handle. It won 't open, which only confirms to me that the doors are still locked, fuck. Taking two hops back to the driver's side, my fingers rapidly slide over the door's panel and try to find the unlock button for all other doors. I click it twice before proceeding back to Louis. Pulling open the door, airbugs crowd him. His unconscious body has been leaning against them, so he nearly stumbles out until I catch him.

"Louis, wake up." I say, but he remains unconscious. Fuck, this is bad, really fucking bad.

I now shake him, with both hands placed on his shoulders, I shake him violently like my life depends on it. "Louis!" I shout loudly, hoping it'd wake him. Nothing, the silence is overwhelming.

Please don't be dead.

I look down in defeat, worrying about the outcome of his death. What this means for me. But by the sound of a deep inhale, my head cocks up, hoping to find Louis alive and well, but instead, I see Ava stirring in her seat. She groans, breathing deeply. Shit, I need to take care of that situation.

I leave Louis for a moment and limp my way around the back of the truck to get to the passenger side where she is. I steadily open her door, her gaze immediately locks onto mine, her eyes are wide with panic, and I can't tell if the panic is from me or the crash.

"Does anything hurt?" I ask, my voice sounding more dry than a desert.

She nods frantically. "Where?" I ask.

She looks down at her thigh, and just like mine, a shard of glass is stuck.

"Shit, you're like me." I say, looking down at my matching thigh. As if a bomb has gone off, her eyes widen even more, this time it's in horror. "T-Take it out! Take it out!"