One Life

Chapter Nineteen

I woke up to the bursting, inflaming, fire cracking, explosions in my lungs. I shot up in my sleep, wheezing, with my hand over my chest, trying to catch my breath that I couldn't seem to produce on my own. It was like I had drank a bottle of hot sauce, and my heart was dropped into a boiling pot of a toxic fluid.

And for a split second, I thought:

This is it. I'm gonna die.

"Oh, Crap. Louis, you dumbass. You unhooked Stella's breathing ma' jingy."

Then the angels with outstretched arms disappeared, and there was suddenly the tickling air in my nostrils again, supplying my lungs with air, and soothing my esophagus.

I snapped my eyes open, squinting around, panting almost.

It was probably 7:00, and all 5 guys were here. And even Samantha was here.

"W-where am I?"

"London."

"WHAT?!" I screamed at the top my lungs, and I didn't even know I had that breath.

Louis laughed at what he said, but Zayn shushed us all.

"Shut up. We're at the same place you were when you fell asleep. Be quiet before you wake up Aunt Lucy."

Then I registered that everyone was spending the night. For me, I think.

The movie they were watching had just finished, the credits just rolling in. It's dark.

My couch was directly across from the tv, me being the only one on the couch. The couch on the left side of the room, leant up against the wall had three cushions, for three people, yet only Liam and Samantha who had woken up startled by my yell- were the only ones on it, all cuddled up.

On the right side was Zayn with a couch to himself. And Infront of Zayn's couch on the floor was Niall.

The glass, sleek coffee table was pushed Infront of the tv to produce more space for sleeping.

Louis' feet were laid next to my oxygen tank as he laid in his pallet in the middle of the floor. Harry was sat up with his back pressed to my couch, sitting next to Louis' pallet.

"He saved my life. The least I could do is run away with him to London." I thought sarcastically, observing Harry for a short second.

I wondered the possibilities of what would've happened if I died right her; if Harry hadn't re-inserted my tube. Louis being accidentally responsible for my death. Crazy what kind of scenarios I came up with.

"Now that everyone's up, what movie next?"

"A horror film. No more chick flicks." Niall interjected.

Hell... Nooo...

"What the heck are you all doing here?"

"What the heck does it look like?" Louis turned looking back at me, mockingly. "Aunt Lucy said we could stay."

That would explain the millions of pillows, covers, movies, and PAJAMAS!

Just great...

This is really great.

I threw my head back, groaning into a pillow rather loudly, but no body bothered shushed me.

We ended up watching 3 movies.

> Back to the Future 3. (and I hadn't even seen #2 yet.)

> The Hangover.

> and Atlantis: The Lost Empire. (a cartoon movie.)