Your Friends, They Look Good, But You Look Better.

Chapter Forty-Nine.

Meghan’s P.O.V.

I ran through the hospital doors and straight over to the desk, Liam running behind me. "Aimee! Aimee Jones!" I said, quite loudly. The girl at the desk looked up from her magazine. She glared at me.

"Who are you looking for?" She said, clearly pissed off that I interrupted her reading.

"Aimee-"

"Liam! Meghan!" I whirled round and saw Harry standing, looking tired with puffy, red eyes and dry tear stains down his cheeks. He had a few cuts on his face and one on his arm.

"HARRY!" I ran over to him, my own tears still running down my cheeks and hugged him tightly. Liam ran over as well.

"Where is she?" Liam asked. Harry pointed to a room down the hall where I noticed Niall, Zayn and Louis sitting with their heads in their hands. My feet were aching after running in heels so I pulled them off and held them in one hand. I walked down the hall to be engulfed in a hug from Zayn. "So... what’s wrong with her?"

"We don’t know; we haven’t been able to see her yet." Louis said. I pulled away from Zayn and sat beside Harry. Liam sat on the other side of me.I felt so sorry for Liam. Our date went horribly wrong. I didn’t even answer his question. All his time, money and effort, wasted.

"W-what happened Harry?" i whispered. I put my arm around him for comfort and support. Harry took a deep, shaky breathe and started to speak, with fresh tears running down his cheeks.

"It- it was all my f-fault."

Harry’s P.O.V.

"It- it was all my f-fault. We’d gone out for dinner and we – well I had a drink. She said she would drive home so she let me have the drink. I shouldn’t have taken it, but I did. We were on the way home when I stupidly tried to take her hand. She tried to hold onto the steering wheel. I could hear her telling me to stop but I didn’t listen.! Meghan kept her arm around me and pulled me closer. "I pulled her hand a little too forcefully and – and the next thing I know, the car swerved on the road and a car hit Aimee’s side. I can still hear her shouting at me then screaming then everything fell silent. There was blood everywhere and I escaped with a few cuts and grazes. It’s my entire fault Meghan. I’m so sorry."

Meghan hugged me and rubbed my back. "Shh, Harry it’s not. It’s nobody’s fault."

"I’ve ruined everything. What if- what if I’ve killed her? I can’t be without her! I’ve ruined her life!"

"Harry, calm down. She’s fine, look the doctor is coming out now." Zayn said. He pointed to the door where the doctor emerged. I stood up and so did Meghan.

"H-how is she?" Meghan said quietly. I put my arm around her. She needs me as much as I need her right now.

Liam’s P.O.V.

I watched as Harry put his arm around Meghan. I tensed a little but received a look from Niall reassuring me. I sat back in my seat a little as the doctor spoke. "Well, she’s still unconscious." The doctor said. I had a flashback of Meghan lying in the hospital bed in California, unconscious. "She’s broken her arm and twisted her back a little. She may slip into a coma for a week or so but overall it isn’t as bad as we thought. She’s very lucky." The whole group breathed a sigh of relief. The doctor moved from the doorway and Harry rushed straight in. Meghan turned around and looked at me. She had the same sadness in her eyes as she did at dinner when everything was going wrong. I don’t want to sound selfish, but I wished she’d answered my question. I want to call her mine and properly care for her. Harry was right that day we went shopping, I’ve been friend-zoned. I stood up and held out my arms. Meghan walked straight into them and cried into my chest.