Can You Understand? (1D fanfic)

Chapter 10

"Harry, you need to get up NOW." I said, grabbing his wrist and trying to pull him off the couch.

Harry began to snore. He was sleeping on the couch for a few hours, trying to recover from his stomach ache. He seemed fine now, but he wouldn't get up.

"C'mon, Haz!" I groaned. "Management is going to KILL me!"

"So be it." He murmured. I gasped. He quickly opened his eyes and laughed.

Smirking, I said. "Not now, Harry."

"We need to get to soundcheck!" came Niall's voice from the hall. I caught a glimpse of his muscular biceps as he charged by. He was wearing his American Flag sleeveless top.

"Niall." I cried. He back-walked to the door frame of Harry's dressing room.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Get Harry up, he's not listening to me." I explained.

Niall slowly turned around. He walked down the hall, only to return again with a water bottle. He uncapped it and kneeled over Harry. "Here comes the-"

"Niall!" I cried, pulling away the water bottle. I dropped a little bit of water on Harry, and he jerked upright.

"Guys." He whined.

"C'mon, big fella." Niall cooed, trying to hoist Harry up.

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"And that's what makes you beautiful!" Sang Harry's melodic voice. We were currently at soundcheck, and the boys were performing perfectly. It was like heaven.

"Great job, you guys!" I yelled from the audience. Dallas and his bandmates were sitting next to me. They gave the boys a thumbs up. Dallas's brother, Jake kept trying to flirt with me while the third member, Zack, kept telling him off. It was quite funny.

The last rehearsal, we added in pyrotechnics. There was going to be fire shooting up from the sides of the stage, and flashing lights. It was going to be spectacular. We just needed to survive the rehearsal and performance without anyone's hair burning off.

"Guys!" I warned as Zayn pushed Liam to the side of the stage. "Don't do that! Someone's going to get hurt!" Ignoring the statement, Zayn shoved Liam towards the end of the stage.

"Hey!" Liam yelled, but laughed. "Don't! Stop!" Suddenly, he tripped, and knocked into a valve.

Liam cursed, and bent down to investigate his bruised ankle.

"Zayn!" I yelled from down below. "Stop it!"

Suddenly, a high-pitched note was heard. The band, Zack, Jake, Dallas, and I turned over to where Liam knocked into the valve. There was steam seeping out of it.

"Guys!" I yelled, scared. "Get off the stage now!"

Suddenly, two pops were heard. We all paused, and glanced back at the valve. Then, a roar was heard, and the valve exploded into a fire.

Liam cursed really loudly again, and threw himself off the stage. The other boys however, weren't as lucky. Everyone was screaming, and the other stage hands were calling for help. What was once a small, manageable fire suddenly turned into a black hole; swallowing everything in its way, including the boys. I heard a sharp scream come from Harry's mouth, and then saw black smoke everywhere.

"Let's go." said Dallas, grabbing my arm and coughing. The smoke now covered the entire floor. I couldn't see anything in front of my face. I couldn't breathe either. The boys were still onstage, screaming and panicking. The fire was spreading around the stage, making them locked in.

"I...I can't leave *cough* them!" I cried. I also couldn't stay. I didn't want the boys to die. The fire alarms in the arena went off, and staff members were frantically searching for the boys who were onstage, enclosed by the fire.

"They're going to be okay, Hayley." Dallas said, calmly. I honestly didn't understand how he could keep his cool through all this. I reluctantly grabbed his hand, and let him lead me out of the building. We got so covered in ashes, when we got outside, we were both black. I kept coughing, my lungs were dying for clean oxygen.

There were fans line up outside the building. When Dallas and I exited it, they began screaming and calling out our names. So were the paparazzi. I felt light-headed. I could only see Dallas's hand on my waist.

We both collapsed on the ground, ashen, and deprived of oxygen. I remember hearing the fans cry when they saw us, and reporters calling the fire department. Smoke was coming out of the building, and some more interested fans kept asking if the boys were okay.

I remember glancing up from the ground and seeing firemen help the boys out. They all were covered in ashes, and had breathing problems. Zayn was wearing an oxygen mask. Niall's blonde hair was black from the ashes. I remember hearing the clicks of the cameras and roars from the fans once they were brought outside.

I remember Dallas's arm being wrapped around my waist the entire time. He was totally passed out, and his bandmates were nowhere in sight. We were sprawled out on the cement for a couple minutes until a paramedic separated us and shoved me in an ambulance with Niall and Louis. Liam, Harry, and Zayn were in another ambulance, and I had no idea where Dallas went. The last thing I remembered was seeing Louis motionless on a stretcher, and Niall glancing at me with an oxygen mask, holding out his arms. I shifted my weight over to him, and let him wrap his arm around me. I coughed, then looked into the Irish boy's eyes; crying.