Last First Kiss (One Direction FanFiction)

It'll Be Alright

~Harry's P.O.V~

My legs propelled me far into the forest and to the source of Julia's nervous voice. Perrie was sitting beside her, comforting her by the sound of her voice but to me, Perrie was the one who need to be comforted. She had make-up streaming down her face, she looked terrible but my mind was drawn back to Julia as she tried to stand up but collapsed onto the floor and slamming her head down onto a rock.

"JULIA!"

~Julia's P.O.V.~

All I could feel was instant pain. There was a hot liquid trickling down my back and neck. The screams around me increased and through those two petrified voices I could make out Harry yelling my name. I tried to wake up, I really did, but the pain in my ankle and head kept me unconscious. There were suddenly arms picking me up and I was being thrown up and down. I could tell by the vicious movements that Harry had picked me up and was running. Oh God, the second time.

~Harry's P.O.V.~

I could tell the second when Julia was slipping further into unconsciousness. She was being thrown about wildly in my arms but there was no way that I could make it more comfortable for her and run at the same speed. She'd hit her head really hard on that rock and blood was flowing down my arms and onto my perfectly white shirt. I couldn't care less about that shirt as I had at least a dozen others just like it, I could only think about Julia and her eerie state. The love of my life was dying in my arms and there was nothing I could do to save her. Suddenly, a flashback occured to me of when Niall fell down the stairs and we had to get him to hospital. I gently placed her on the floor and ripped off my shirt. I tied it onto the wound and added pressure, whilst doing that I pulled out my phone and called Liam. I needed someone sensible at such a tragic moment of my life.

"Hello?"

"Liam, call an ambulance now, Julia has a severe head wound and we need to get her to hospital ASAP."

"Ok, I'll call them right now, be there in a minute."

He hung up the phone and I cradled Julia like a child in my arms. Her face was so beautiful, I wouldn't know what to do without her. Those rosy red cheeks, her beautiful brown hair, those thin and fragile fingers. I loved everything about her and I kissed her gently on the forehead, "Everything's going to be just fine darling, we'll get through this, together."

I could here lots of footsteps running my way and Niall yelling at me, "Harry! Harry where are you?!?"

"I'm here."

I managed to choke as there were suddenly tears streaming down my face. When they arrived, I noticed that there was also several paramedics and a stretcher.

"It's going to be just fine. Hello sweetheart, what's your name?" The paramedic was speaking to her like she was eight, not sixteen.

"She's unconscious." I muttered and the paramedic glared at me furiously, I'd obviously stated the obvious.

"She's lost a lot of blood." It was my turn to glare at the paramedic, now who'd stated the obvious.

"She'll need to get to the hospital now, the blood will need to be replaced."

"What's this?" mumbled the male paramedic, gently prodding my blood stained t-shirt wrapped around her head unproffesionally.

"Did you do this?" he muttered as Julia was lifted onto the stretcher and began moving.

"Good job mate." the paramedic said whilst thumping my arm proudly.

I ran beside the stretcher, they were running with her. Not always the best sign when paramedics are running. I found that I was sitting in the ambulance, listening to the screaming of the sirens and the groaning of the machines as they pumped blood back into Julia. According to the paramedic she'd hit the main runway of brainwaves on the back of her head and that was extremely serious. What frightened me the most was the thought of losing her, I'd never been this much in love with someone after just a week of meeting them and fate brought us together. No one would be like her, my mind was just hanging onto the negative, I tried to push them away and think of what we would do back at the camp but somehow I didn't think she was coming back to the camp. My 'happy' thoughts were always dragged back down to the bottom of my head when I saw Julia lying practically lifeless on the bed. I could feel that lump in my throat again, I couldn't hold it in this time. A loud sob erupted from inside me and I was spluttering tears. Louis wrapped his arms around me, "It'll be alright mate, we'll go through it together."

I couldn't smile but I pushed it through to the surface and managed a wary grin. He patted my back and turned his attention back to Niall who was in the middle of a riveting conversation with a paramedic about foods that were healthy for you when your in hospital. Even the word hospital made the steady stream of tears flow even faster. I remembered then that I was shirtless, I looked down to see Julia wearing it. I could remember that moment when she was unconscious backstage and wearing my old hoodie from inside my wardrobe. I clutched my mouth to try to stop any sobs from escaping. Every second I was with Julia, I hadn't thought of any of my fans and the abusive tweets she was receiving. She'd been going through all that abuse just so she could love and be with me, I admired that but the image of her sobbing into my shoulder and saying she wasn't beautiful, slim or deserving of going out with me. I felt like shaking her to pieces then, of course she was beautiful, slim and deserving to be with me. Julia was more than I could ever want in a girlfriend and there was a stupidly high chance that I would loose her...