Trapped (1D and JB horror)

Chapter 19: Car Ride

So this chapter is kind of a filler, sorry bout that. But there's at least some Lachel/Hachel in here, so hurrah for that.

Part 3: The Aftermath 

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Rachel's POV 

The car ride back was a mess. This time I rode in the passenger's seat of the huge van, with Harry driving us through the dark night. Tori went with Justin, with Alfredo, Tiger, Louis, and Addi with them. That left everyone else in this  van that was probably going way over the speed limit.

Everybody was painfully silent, leaving themselves to mull over the actions that took place in that horrible house. I kept looking at my hands, Harry, outside, and it repeated in a vicious cycle. Once in a while Harry looked over to me and met my gaze, but we didn't say anything. His jaw was set and he looked like he was thinking, so I didn't want to disrupt his deep thinking process.

But almost a half an hour passed, and I couldn't take the silence and the uneasy feel that settled in the van. We all needed a distraction.

"I can't take this," I murmured before turning on the radio. The DJ's voice was cheery and light, like he wasn't just witnessing what we did.

"Alright, now it's time for Push Rewind by Chris Wallace, enjoy!"

"I love this song," I commented while the beginning started to play. Then I found myself singing along quietly, while everyone else stayed silent.

"I'm sitting with an empty glass and a broken heart,

thinking to myself: what have I done?

Cause as our future got bright,

we started loosing light,

and I couldn't see that you were the one."

Honestly, I expected I was going to be the only one singing the whole song. I thought that apparently everyone else wanted to stay in their heads, but I guess that wasn't true. Harry's lips turned up into a smile before he took my hand in one of his and started singing with me.

"So can we push push push rewind,

go go back in time

when we were kids,

sneaking bottles of wine."

One by one everybody in the car started singing, until the whole van was alive with our voices. THe dull pain in my stomach from the sut was nothing compared to the good vibes I was getting from our sing along.

All  good times come to an end, don't they? We all sang out last "remember when" before the song ended. Most of the people in the back giggled, but I wasn't really paying attention to them. My attention was on my hand that was still entwined with Harry's. Why he took mine was beyond me, but I kind of liked the way his hand felt.

"Okay, that's enough."

Liam reached forward and  turned the station to a new pop one. He had to come between Harry and I to reach it, and it made Harry let go of my hand. On Liam's way leaning back into his seat, he asked me, "How's your stomach holding up, Love?"

His hot breath was hitting against my ear, making me shiver as I replied, "good." That seemed to be good enough for him, because he sat back in his seat.

I turned around to look at everyone, but my eyes landed on Annabelle and Liam. She snuggled uo to his chest in the seat, and he put his arm around her. That good ole' jealousy came up again, making me  swallow hard and turn around in my seat. 

I thought that the tables finally turned in the house, oddly enough. I thought that I finally had one up on Annabelle when he left her to come help me. When he wrapped his arms around me, apart of me  felt like he should hold me forever. That part was being clouded over with fear, but I realized it was there.

Now seeing them back there made me feel sick. I was sick of seeing them all lovey-dovey while I was still in love with Liam. I was sick of getting all of these mixed signals from Liam, only to have him  go back to Annabelle in the end.

"Oh God," I muttered, my hand flying up to cover my mouth. Harry must've seen my panicked expression because he swiveled to the side of the empty road and got out in a rush. Seconds later my door was open and I was leaning out of my seat, dumping the contents of my stomach. Harry held my hair away from my face with one hand and rubbed my back with the other one until I was done.

"Eww," Annabelle squealed from the backseat.

"Gross," I commented while Harry leaned in the passenger side to get something. He came back out with a bottle of water and a mint. All I could do was smile greatfully before taking a swing of water and popping the mint in my mouth.

Up ahead I seen the range rover stop, and Justin came out of the drivers' seat and started to head towards us. He looked worried and weary, making me feel bad. Poor Justin, he was probably going through his own personal Hell right now. With Tori being possessed by that Rebecca chick, everything was going straight down the toilet.

"Is everything okay?" He asked me when he got close. I nodded.

"Yeah, I just had a little, um, accident."

He looked at my lunch on the ground and said, "I can see that," before looking at my stomach. I still had Harry's t shirt tied around it, I was afraid of taking it off and reopening the wound. I could see all of the dried blood, the rusty smell not easily detected but there.

"I . . . I'm sorry," he whispered.

''It's alright, Justin. It's not even your fault, remember? Now lets get this show back on the road."

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SO are you Lachel, or Hachel? I'm personally Lachel, but I mean . . . And I think I'm the only person who ships Jauren! Do ya'll like Jori that much?

 So I lied, I guess. I've had a change in heart, and I'm not posting New first. I'm actually going to post a Louis fanfic called Look After You that I've already started, and here's the summary:

 

Louis Tomlinson. You thought he was that bouncy little member of One Direction with "sass." now most people know him as that pathetic screw up who flushed his career down the toilet with drinking and sex.  Ebony is kind, and thinks that Louis can turn his act around. Can Louis have his own personal angel on his hands, and can Ebony tame him? Too bad Ebony has issues of her own . . . 

If you'll read it, thanks! I don't know when exactly I'll start it, but it'll start soon as this is almost over. 

If you see this, can you mention Flower Child Harry in the comments? I wanna see if people actually read my authors notes.