Things I Can't

Chapter 30

Niall's pov

You know how people say in a near death situation, life flashes before your eyes?

It's utterly and completely true. Flashes of my childhood crossed my vision as the black car spun to  iminate death.

First crush , crack

First sleepover with Harry, crash

First Christmas, slice

first guitar lesson, shatter

And then, nothing. Quick shallow breaths escaped my lungs as I struggled to obtain a clear picture. Slowly but surly, the blurriness faded, depicting a scene I'd only ever witnessed in movies.

The truck that had hit us was on it's side, one door dented so horribly, it seemed as though not even a crowbar could force it open. The windshield was fragmented, bits of sharp glass littered in a wide array over the faded black pavement.

In a painful attempt to free myself from the confines of the range rover, I placed my elbows on the ground and crawled carefully out of the window, leaving an angry red scratch along my bruised torso.

A person, more than likely  involved in the crash, was laying still as a corpse on the rough ground, not even twenty feet away from where my feet were planted. I took a shaky step forward, hissing as a sharp gust of pain made it's way up my leg.

"Hello?" I called, hoping that the seemingly young boy would answer. I was met was an eerie silence, nothing but the birds hiding away in the nearby trees could be heard.

As I came closer, the once unknown boy claimed an identity. Zayn.

"Oh--" a breath of air left my lungs as I studied his features. His tan skin was plagued with red liquid, leaving a gruesome image, on top of a variety of bruises and cuts.

"Niall?" He voiced, as brittle as sandpaper. I jumped back in shock,  clutching my thumping chest.

"Zayn?" He nodded, squeezing my hand.

"Read the note." He pointed in the direction of the truck, where a white piece of paper fluttered into my sight.

"Okay, Zayn." I nodded, lightly kissing his forehead. "I will."

"And Niall?" He croaked. "Tell Harry I'm sorry. This wasn't suppost to happen. I only meant to stop you guys!  I--I was trying to save you."  With that, his hand fell out of my grasp and rested on the ground. He gave one final breath, a telltale sign that the inevitable had occurred.

I tried to block the image from my mind, to forget what I had witnessed, but it was stuck, tucked in the corner of my conscious for all eternity.

His note would explain. I thought, gritting my teeth once again as i painfully reached the wreckage. 

The brittle piece of notebook paper was stuck to the fragmented windshield. I shakily snatched the sheet and read with hesitant eyes.

Go to 2345 overview drive. Hurry, Tye  has louis and  he doesn't have much time.
I'm sorry I had to do this, Zayn.

My eyes traveled back over to the lifeless boy. I waited for him to jump up, to tell me he was okay, but it didn't happen. He remained still, a forgotten body. He wanted me to tell Harry he was sorry. Harry.

Harry was still stuck inside. I hadn't even thought of the younger boy! Tearing my eyes away from Zayn, I scanned the damage of our car.

The once pristine, black vehicle was upside down, the flames from earlier gone, leaving a smoking mass of mangeld metal behind. One of the doors, Harry's to be exact, was wiped completely off. I felt my heart lurch, seeing the outline of the boys hair.