Beginnings

Chapter 20-Drag me down

Bella's POV:
I'm so scared for Mikaela. The recent call from Niall doesn't even seem to help sooth my nerves as Luke approaches me after what feels like forever. He found out about mikaela immediately and he knew automatically that he had to find me so that's what he did. While the others sorted out help for mikaela.

"You okay?" He asks sweetly "of course not! What do you think?? One of my best friends is severely hurt and I don't know how hurt she is or if she's close to..death." The words cut like knifes and I blink the harsh thought away.

"Don't think like that!" He says "were in this together and we will make sure Mikaela is okay!" I can't help but sob and he scoops me up into a hug as I cry of fear for my best friend into his shirt. His hand traces circles on my back and he moves to my face to wipe away my tears.

A small smile forms on his face out of pity and he says " don't be sad Mikaela would need you to be the strong brave Bella you are..Can you do that for us both? Looking down he places a small peck on my head as I nod giving a small smile and placing my head back against his chest. Our breathing together slow and steady. This is the simple things I love about being round Luke his small gestures that add together to make me feel better he's the only one who can always make me feel better.

Tilly's POV:
I honestly can't handle the feeling of my best friend so weak when she's so strong. I can't picture Mikaela with blood pouring from her head as she lays without movement almost frozen in time. As annoyed as I am about Harry and her getting closer.. I try to more focus on finding her and being there for her and like usual leaving myself for later to deal with.

I try walk towards Harry who is shaking his head repeatedly as he leans against a tree. "Harry?" I say softly "what do you want?!" He says anger stirring in his throat as he turns towards me his eyes red from crying. I just stand an awkward distance away taking in this sad Harry which reminds me of a little child who's lost.

"I'm sorry..um. I didn't mean it like that it's just.. You know what never mind." He says shaking his head as he awkwardly looks at the ground. "It's okay, Harry do you need company?" I say softly "yes please." He says with a small smile.

We chat away for awhile and we even share a few thoughts about the situation and it slowly starts to reveal Harry's softer side. He even sheds a few tears while talking about Mikaela and him and it's really sweet what he says about her.

It makes me wish though that a gentlemen like Harry would talk about me like the way he talks about Mikaela. He makes it sound like she's the most amazing girl in the world and that he loves spending every minute with her. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't pissed beyond imaginable I mean Harry and I were going great and then Mikaela comes in and make everything different.. I mean can't she just keep to one guy and true best friends don't steal each other's boyfriends.

But I'll forgive her like usual just to keep the peace and even if I did try to argue it would be the same lame excuse 'I didn't mean to..you know I'd do anything for you Tilly.' Well to be honest I'm sick of her bull shit making excuses for stuff she does on purpose

Harry interrupts my thoughts "anyway enough about me how about you?" He asks politely "hmmm.." I pause confused... Trying to think about what he was saying.. What was it?? What was it???...

I can't seem to remember ad my thoughts just tie back to Mikaela and I feel more and more bad for what I thought. But I won't take it back because it's true...

Harry's POV:
Tilly smiles sweetly but I know she wasn't listening to my story. Her blue eyes are entrancing but they are unable to lie. I rub my hands through my curls shaking my head just thinking about the story I just told her I'm glad she can't remember "hmmmm.." She repeats and that's my cue to say something.

But instead of talking about what I said which I should and shall never repeat. I lie and say "I asked about have you ever Bungay jumped?" I ask and it sounds as stupid as I thought it would and she looks at me with a puzzled expression an then tilts her head giving a fake smile saying "no but I hate heights..so I wouldn't." She says the words coming out in such a way it is charming yet mysterious and also captivates you.

Her blue eyes look into yours like pools of innocence, mystery , wonder and something I have never seen before as her dirty blonde hair curves round her face highlighting her cheek bones. These features somehow captivate me and I reply back with a "hmmm..yeah." And she is once again left in confuse meant we both laugh at this more abit forced yet still with all efforts and I can't help think I could hang out with her forever and never get bored.

And just like that she questions "ever danced Harry?" And I can't help but laugh at this and reply "no..but I'm guessing you would love to teach me?" She laughs to and smiles "well on that note why not?" She says so politely as she curtsies and holds out her hand which I take in mine.

With that we begin to spin laughing like kids which reminds me of my happy childhood and I can't help but wanna freeze this moment and stay like that forever....

Niall's POV:
I stay next to this sad girl, blood glistening in the sun drying slowly as I stroke her head as her clothes are marked with blood stains which form tears in my mind. To see someone so strong look so weak.

Zayn is running towards me and Mikaela with people from some sort of French hospital. They immediately help mikaela gently placing her onto a stretcher and start talking in French which somehow Zayn understands and responds to all there questions they then nod and take mikaela towards their ambulance.

Zayn then says "they say follow them." I nod and we both follow. "Where's everyone else?" I ask Zayn curiously and he responds "I don't know.. Luke went after Bella and I don't know where everybody else is." "We don't have time anyway." He says flustered "I'll text them and they can meet us at hospital." He nods.

After texting the gang we have finally arrived into the ambulance of some French hospital. We are speeding down the streets the lights flashing as cars let us go past. In the ambulance is chaos with nurses surrounding Mikaela. Flooding over here and prodding away and cleaning her wounds. Speaking in French which I never have been bothered learning even though I'm in Paris. How ironic really? But I have never been interested in languages only Zayn does most of the talking for us and most French people speak English so never thought about it till now.

Seeing this delicate angel laying there. Like a ruined piece of art she lays sprawled as hundreds crowd her and stick tubes and needles in her it makes me shiver in disgust and I look back out towards the window where the rushing of time and passing of cars.

Time.
The concept of it is really important right now time is the difference between alive and dead. If we aren't careful we could lose time in itself but we won't lose Mikaela not her not now not while I'm here with her.
Time shall not take away this angel.

A/N- Awww cute I love Niall's care for Mikaela. New update sorry about mistakes but I hope you enjoy plz like and comment any ideas you have:) also follow me on twitter @arianamazeily. Will try update often... Also dm me or anything idm :) ily all