Gone

Chapter 18.

"Nicole!"  An Irish voice woke me. Irish? 

"Niall?" I opened my eyes to see all four of the one direction boys surrounding me, all except Harry. "Where's Harry?"  

"You don't remember?"  Liam asked.

"Remember what?" I sat up. I was in a hospital bed. Did Harry and I get back already? 

"Harry and you got into a car crash," Liam told me. He looked like he was crying and so did Zayn and who were sitting in the corner of the room. Liam looked most stable in the room but he still looked upset.

"Where is he?" I started fiddling with my fingers, a nervous habit that I have grown used to.

""It's your fault!" Zayn screamed at me. "You're the one who had to go off and run into the road when you weren't supposed to! Harry is GONE because of you!" 

I felt a sting in my heart. Harry's gone?  Why is he gone? "Why is it my fault?"  my voice was shaking.

"Becuase he had to drive you back! He had to do all this shit for you and you did nothing but cause him to get into an accident!" Niall screamed at me. Why are they all yelling at me? What did I do wrong? I didn't notice I was crying until I felt the tear land on my bare leg. I looked down and noticed I was in a hospital gown and I had dry blood on my hands. I kept my head down and cried Harry's name over and over again.

"Nicole?" I heard a voice call. I looked around the room but nobody was in here. 

"Nicole!" It was no doubt Harry's voice. "Nicole!" The voice grew louder and the room got bigger. The walls were expanding and everything was turning white. Soon I was in an empty space. It wasn't a room or anything just me standing alone hearing my name being called.

"Nicole!" On that last shout, I sat up in a sweat. I looked around and I was still sitting in Harry's car. "Are you okay? You just passed out," Harry asked me.

"Um, yeah it was just a bad dream," I avoided eye contact with him. 

"What were you dreaming about?" he sounded generally concerned. For about two seconds until I turned my head and saw him fighting a smirk.

That little bastad. I must have been talking in my sleep and he heard me say his name. "Nothing important" I decided to tease him for a bit since he already knew.

"Nothing important?" Harry put emphasis on the "important". 

"Nope," I replied trying to fight my smile. I could never lie in the past so I doubt this time is any different.

"Well, maybe this insignificant person can turn around and not take you home," he suggested. I knew he was kidding but a part of me couldn't help but think he was serious.

"I don't want to tell you!" I covered my face with my hands, "It's embarassing to talk about!"

I looked through my fingers to find a surprised Harry with his eyes opened wide. Once he saw me, he started to wiggle his eyebrows while smirking.

"Not like that you pervert!" I playfully slapped his arm. "You were dead!" Harry stopped acting idiotic and silenced himself, a signal to tell me to continue. "I was in a hospital room with Niall, Zayn, Louis, and Liam and they were yelling at me, mostly Niall, saying that you were gone. I couldn't help but cry and look down but when I did there was blood all over my hands. I was so scared," I told Harry every detail of my dream.

"That's a little weird," Harry said after a moment of quietness. 

"How many hours until we get there?" I asked. I needed to know because I was feeling weaker by the minute. I don't think I can stand another 5 hours.