Meant To Be

Explosion

"What." I answered.
"I never.. What the!" Out of no where it began pouring rain. I'm talking about thunder, lighting and full of rain.
"Ya know I've always wanted to kiss in the rain." Sam said as he scooted closer to me.
"So what are you waiting for?" Just as his lips were about to touch mine, we heard a big crash. We both jolted up to see that a car had flipped over.
"What the hell!"

Yahya's POV

I got in my car and began driving. It started to rain pretty bad and the road was getting blurry. I swear I couldn't see anything. And the street lights were off too. I'm guessing from the rain, so that made if even more difficult to see. I noticed a car in front of me driving pretty bad. It was swerving all over the place. All of the sudden it flipped over and my heart stopped. I pressed the breaks so damn fast I was pretty sure they were going to fly off. Fortunately my car stopped and didn't hit the vehicle in front of me. I had to see if the person in the car was alright, so I opened my car door and headed over to the car. There was one man in the car and he looked banged up.
"Hey, you okay? Can you hear me?" I called out.
"Someone there? Please help. I can't feel my legs." He cried out.
"Hold on, I'll be right over. What's your name?"

Haneen's POV

"Hold on, I'll be right over. What's your name?" I knew that voice anywhere. Oh my god no.
"C'mon we gotta go downstairs!" I ran back in the house and literally jumped down the stairs. "Call the ambulance!" I shouted.
"I'm on it!" Sam replied back.

Yahya's POV

"My name is Josh. Why can't I feel my legs?"
I turned on the flash light on my phone to see that his legs were beneath him. Oh god.
"Hey josh. I'm Yahya. Um, it seems that your legs got caught under the seat causing the circulation to be cut off. Can you take off you seat belt for me?"
He nodded and took it off.
"C'mon give me your hand." I pulled him out of the car and put him on the side of the road.
"Yahya!" I heard someone yell. Haneen? I looked up and found her running towards me.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm at Sam's place and I heard a crash." I looked down. Forget I asked.
"Where's my son?" Josh panicked.
"Son?"
"My son! He was in the car. Oh god. Oh my god. Please get him. I can't feel my legs. I'm gunna be paralyzed, aren't I?" He was freaking out.
"Haneen, listen. He's in shock right now. I need you to calm him down while I get his son." I smelled smoke and when I turned around, the whole car was on fire.
"Shit." I ran over to the car.
"Alex!" His dad shouted.
"Calm him down!" I yelled to Haneen.
"Yahya! Don't do it." She cried.
"Haneen, are you okay?" Sam rushed over to her. He hugged her. Damn. That should be me.
"Alex. Buddy. You there?" I tried my best to be calm, but god damn I was scared shitless. I looked over and found a little boy crying in the back seat. He had a little blood on his face.
"Am I dead."
"No, you're okay. Give me your hand." I tried to get him to come over to me.
He shook his head.
"Hey, hey. Your dad is waiting for you."
"Really?" He crawled over to me.
"Be careful, there's glass." The fire came inside the car. Shit. He backed away frightened.
"No, uh. Alex. Don't be afraid." This car was getting ready to explode. Damn it.
He continued to crawl over to me.
"Hey, Alex. I'm gunna need to you to move a little faster, don't be afraid." I heard Haneen yell my name multiple times.
He finally got over to me and just as he grabbed my hand, a huge explosion happened. My ears were plugged and all I could hear was a whistling like noise. Alex landed on top of me when I pulled him out of the car.

Haneen's POV

The car was all on fire and it looked like it was getting ready to explode. Oh man. I couldn't see Yahya since he was on the other side of the car.
"Yahya!" I yelled
"It's gunna be okay." Sam hugged me.
"Alex!" The man cried for his son.
I couldn't take it, I had to go see if he was okay. Just as I jogged over the car exploded. No, no, no! I felt a pair of arms grab me and before I knew it I was on the ground.
"Yahya!" I screamed so loud. "Noo! No, no, no!" I cried.

Sam's POV

"Yahya!" Haneen screamed at the top of her lungs. "Noo! No, no, no!" I looked at her and I knew that he was the guy she loved. She told me she was over her ex and she's moved on, but this. No one screams like that for an ex. I knew she still loves him. But I held her anyway but she fought it.

Yahya's POV

Everything was blurry and my arm was killing me.
"Alex?" I shook him.
"Daddy." Oh thank god he's okay.
"C'mon little guy. You're okay." I picked him with one arm since I'm pretty sure the other one was broken. I must've landed on it wrong. I heard someone scream my name. I think it was Haneen. But the way she screamed it, it killed me.
I walked beside the car over to the side walk and I seen Haneen. The look on her face was a mixture of relief and shock. Mostly shock. Sam held her while she turned around to look at me. I heard sirens, probably the ambulance. I looked over to see a few paramedics. Two took Josh into the car and two ran over to me. They took Alex and one of them walked over to me.
"Are you hurt?"
"I think my arm may be broken." I told him.
"Let's go check it out."

Haneen's POV

"Let me go!" I pulled Sam's arms off of me. He wouldn't let me out of his sight because he knew I was freaking out. 
I ran to the ambulance where Yahya was. He was sitting on the ledge with a cast on his arm.
"What the hell was that!" I yelled as I hit his chest.
"What?!" He scrunched his nose.
"You could have died. What the hell! I hate you!" I hit him again.
"I saved their lives!"
"And you nearly lost your own! Don't you ever do that again."
"Why do you care anyway?" He said. But he didn't say it harshly.
"Because I love you!"
"What?" Yahya looked into my eyes and say up straighter.
"What!?" Sam asked disappointed.
Shit.
"I'm sorry." I whispered to Yahya.
"No. Don't go."
"You back the hell away from my fiancé!" Sam got in front of me and threatened Yahya.
"Or what? You don't scare me."
"Screw you. Haneen I don't want you near him ever again."
"Come on, let's go." I didn't bother protesting so I went with him.
"Haneen." Yahya called.

"What was that about?" Sam asked.
"What?"
"When you told him you loved him. I mean do you? Don't lie either." He told me. It was still raining and we were all soaked.
"Sam.. Can we not do this."
He sighed and scratched the back of his neck.
"Listen, I think we need to take a break for a little bit. I mean until you figure out what you want. Because right now, I honestly don't think you know what I want." He whispered the last part.
I do know what I want.
"Don't do this." I said.
"It's for the best. Just let me know if you still want to get married." Well shit.
"No. Stop. I obviously do. I love you." I put my hands on either side of his face and looked into his eyes.
"I don't think you do." He paused. "I gotta go."
"Sam!" I yelled but it was no use. He didn't look back.

I began walking to only realize that I don't have a ride home.
"Haneen. I'm sorry." I turned around and seen Yahya standing there. His hair was drenched in water.
"It's not your fault. Don't worry about it."
"Do you have a ride?" He asked as he came closer to me.
"Uhh, no."
"C'mon." He motioned to his car.
"Oh, no. It's fine. I'll just get a cab."
"Haneen, shut up and get in the car." He laughed.
I missed that laugh.
I walked over to his car.
"How bout I drive. Since your hand and all." I told him.
"Okay, sounds good."

The car ride was pretty silent up until we got to his house.
"Do you wanna come in?"
"I think I'll just walk home from here."
"Haneen. It's raining." He told me.
"Yeah thanks caption obvious." I giggled.
"Damn." He smiled.
"What?" I asked.
"I missed that laugh of yours." He said quietly.
"We should get inside. Ya know, because of the rain." I changed the subject.
"Yeah. You're right." He opened the door.
We went up to his room.
"Here." He handed me some clothes after rummaging in his drawers.
"Thank you." I went to the bathroom to change.
It was an oversized t-shirt. It smelled just liked him. Along with some sweats. Once I was changed, I washed my face and headed back to his room. I opened the door to find a shirtless Yahya.