Forever and Always {Harry Styles AU}

Chapter 28- I hate these places

Rebecca's POV

Black. Was all I see. Was all I felt. No pain. No hurt. Just black. Dark. Empty. Was that a semi? I'm pretty sure it hit me... Couldn't have been straight on or...JESUS?! JESUS IS THAT YOU? Ok so i'm not in heaven. And the sad thing is, is that I don't know if that'd a good thing or a bad thing.

Well at least the driver of whatever-the-hell hit me is screaming at my face for me to stay alive. How kind of him.

Zayn's POV

I was just walking down a road. A road! All by myself. Or so I thought. Dark and scary. La la la... Bam.

"Help! Somebody help me!" I hear. What the- I look up and see headlights to a semi. A non-moving semi. "Over here! Help please!" I follow the noise. Did he hit someone?! No. No way.

It was Rebecca. On the ground. I pulled out my cell immediately and called 911. I ran over to her and placed my hand on her face. She was un-concious. How could this be? Nono onononono. And there was nothing I could do. The truck driver seemed to be handling himself pretty well. And by pretty well I mean freaking out like a 3-year-old who missed nap time.

I looked her in the eye...lid. Yes eyelid because they were closed. Unconcious and closed. Why not me? Why could I have been hit and not her. "Rebecca! Rebecca talk to me! Rebecca!" I shook he shoulders slightly. "Rebecca I need to talk to you!" By now the tears were streaming down my face, staining my cheeks.

"I....I...I love you!" I shouted at her, knowing she wouldn't be able to hear me. "I love you" I repeated once again more slowly, almost a whisper.

Louis' POV

"Somebody help! Help me!" I hear a... Scream? "Please help!!! Someone!! Please!!" I follow the sound quite far out down a road. I see the headlights of a stopped semi. Was that... Zayn? Oh shit did Zayn get hit by a truck again? Wait minute... That's not Zayn..thats...Rebecca.

I thought I fucking told that girl to stay away from semi trucks... OK not time for joking now. I ran up the road as fast as I could until I reached them. I was already hearing the faint sounds of a siren in the distance so there must be an ambulance on the way.

Becca was out cold and sprawled out on the cold hard ground. Zayn was cradeling her in his arms and talking to her thinking she was hearing everything when in reality no one did.

The sadist part was I couldnt do anything. nothing. Just whatch and wait. Oh god please make sure she's ok... please.

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Zayn's POV

"3 broken ribs, a broken arm, stitches on the hairline,  badly bruised hip, and a broken finger. But she's alive". The doctor was holding his clipboard and squinting at it through those tiny little reading glasses. But that doesn't matter now. She's alive and that's all that matters. She's alive I repeat in my mind.

It had been one night since the accident and so far, all of the boys, all of the girls, and Paul have visited. But who has been by her side every single hour of every single day and night? Me. I have been here the whole time and not left her side. Except to pee I kind-of had to do that.

It seems like every hour I'm here stretches on and on and on. Luckliy, the nurse said she is not in a coma wich I had been praying for. But still she was un-concious for a strange amount of time. Some days I even had to check her heart monitor to make sure it was still beating. I talk to her evry single day. I tell her I love her. That I want her back. That... that I quit smoking.