One Direction Imagines!

Preference 2: You are in ICU on life support

Preference 2: You are in ICU on life support

His point of view.

Zayn: (alone) I was in a crowded room of people all focused on her but I was still alone. Like I was the only one there and had to face this on my own. Independence never felt so execrable. She's was the one I would talk to, the one who would pull me out of the darkness. I felt like I was in the middle of a room filled with a thousand eyes focused on me but when I screamed nobody could hear me. Nobody could comprehend the pain of seeing her so lifelessly laying on that cold bed in isolation like I had seen. Nobody could understand the grief of watching your true love slowly leave you.

Liam: (anger) Why?! Why would something like this happen to such a sweet, innocent person how doesn't deserve the least bit of pain!? I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. Something, anything to get this anger out of me. Tears of wrath fell for my eyes uncontrollably. I cursed that the drunk driver that almost took one of the most important people in my life away from me. She laid there on the hospital bed looking frail like someone had sucked the precious life out of her.

She can't be gone so quickly...

Louis: (lost) It was like part of me was taken. Like someone had torn me apart limb by limb just to me suffer. The wooden door was the only thing that stood between us but it seemed as if it was a million miles. They wouldn't let me see her, touch her or look at her pallid body. What would I do if last night was the last night I got to see her before the virus took over her beautiful body? I would just... Disappear. I wept over the slightest tough of not having my darling.

Niall: (terrified) I tried to convince myself it was a horrible nightmare but the reality of it was the fact that its not. Her unconscious self hooked up so many cords and tubes was all too real. I trembled in aghast on the cold tile floor outside of her room. What is she couldn't pull though it? What if I had to live without her? It was a horrifying thought to ponder. I can't live without her. She can't die! No! No! No! I cried into my knees. It can't be real its just a dream! The love of my life can't be dying on me! I tried getting up to relax myself but the sight of her name on the door sent me slowing falling to the ground on my knees.

Harry: (guilt) It's all my fault! It's my job to protecter her and keep her safe, not let some stupid guy freaking assault her! Why did I leave her for those three terrible minutes? Some disgusting man thought it alright to drag my girlfriend to an alley to beat her and strangle her and forcing her to obey him at gunpoint! Now she's barely breathing and terrified of everyone. She's even afraid to see me. That was like a stab in the heart. And its all because I wasn't there! Its all because of me that she is loosing her life! I'm such a horrible boyfriend. She deserves so much better. Please, please don't give up on me.