Lost In A Love War (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7

Holy shit its been a while. 

hellooooo

is anybody there?

probably not haha but ill try to keep writing! I have another good idea for a story, so I think Im just going to make 1 big story with each part being a different story... ya.

so yup! hopefully i dont take too long to update and make youur minds hate my story :/

-Yokota :)

P.S. My story is getting slow and unexciting, so I think im going to try to just get to the poiny haha

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"Nicole, go with that police officer and stay with him. I'll get some information on what's going on, and tell you when I find out." I told Nicole and she walked towards the police man, and stepped inside his car.

I walked towards the shattered building and found a firefighter watching the area.

"Do you know who survived from the building?" I had to ask. 

"Um, m'am. Well why don't you take a look at this." The police man wearily told me.

Goddammit. I'm freaking out. Literally shaking. I can't bear this. I need to know now. Are they alive or dead? It's so hard to think that way. Just breathe. Everything will be alright. 

I looked in the building and it was devastating. Wow. I thought to myself. I remember when this place was organized and perfectly clean, but now it's just completely trashed. My mind is spinning slowly. The   lifeless bodies around me, also known as my family, are just lying around the halls. It is hard to see the emotionless faces, and the crushed bones of these bodies. I continued walking around the debris and torn up walls as I found them. No. No. It can't be. No. No. No! I became very angered. This can't be happening. All because of a stupid plane that came and decided to ruin my family's lives. Stupid stupid stupid. I slowly let my legs collapse and I laid my head on my mothers chest. Mom come back. I'm so sorry I didn't come to New York with you. I should have skipped school. I am so sorry. Why is this happening? What did I do? Why is everything all wrong? Why me? Why me? Is this all God has in plan for me? Why me? Why me? I slowly broke down to a whisper and let all my tears flow. I cannot stop myself right now. I am devastated. 

"Mrs. Mateo, we are going to need you to exit the building so we can clean this mess up and carefully take care of the bodies. The exit is this way." A firefighter commanded me. I nodded my head in response and slowly exited the building.

"Oh and Ms. Mateo. I am very sorry for your loss." I took in a small breath and let the tears flow again. I don't know how I am actually walking at the moment. I feel like I have no strength in me, yet my legs are somehow working.  

As I got out of the damaged building, I looked around for the plane. British Airways. Found it. I walked towards it, and began to climb inside. Fucking plane. Stupid plane. I stepped inside of the vehicle and found myself looking at many dead passengers. Oh my goodness. The plane was a wreck. I looked at the crowd of deceased passengers and took a deep breath. I ran out of the plane, looking like a klutz, and found some nearby flowers in a small garden in front of a market. I took as many as I can, and ran back into the plane. Starting from the back of the plane, I looked at each individual person and carefully laid a flower on them. It is shocking to see the many people including the young adults, teens, and small children. I began to cry again because I couldn't stop thinking about the lives the young kids could of had. After I went to every passenger in the economy class and business class, I started my way towards first class. I went up the damaged stairs that lead to the first class area and as I finally approached the top, I looked at the small amount of people that were here. I began walking towards each unconscious individually and placed a flower on them. Near the back of this area, there were five, very attractive guys. They looked as if they were all teenagers. I am not aware of who they are, but just the thought of these young men in first class racked my brain. I placed a flower on each of them and then walked away, making my way downstairs. I was startled when I heard a cough. Several coughs actually. Coming from different people. I looked downstairs and saw no movement. I started walking back up slowly and saw the five boys starting to weakly move. I crept towards them, hoping they wouldn't see me and freak out when they saw my makeup smeared face. I gasped when I saw one of them speak. He quietly spoke, "Harry?" He has brown hair swept across his forehead and is wearing a stripped shirt and rolled up jeans and Toms. I shook myself out of my trance, and started to focus. 

"Uh, er, Are you okay?" I asked them all. They tried to respond, but they seemed too weak, so I just cut them off. "Never mind. Uh, hold on." I ran downstairs and screamed to the officers outside. "THERE ARE SURVIVORS! THEY ARE IN FIRST CLASS IN THE BACK. FIVE YOUNG BOYS. THEY ARE WEAK, BUT THEY ARE BREATHING." All of the firefighters ran past me and up the stairs, within a couple minutes, they were carried by the firefighters and taken outside towards the stretchers that were laid outside in front of the plane. They were placed on the stretchers and carefully taken into several ambulances. They drove off urgently.

They looked very familiar.