Unsure

Chapter 42

Zayn's POV:

I sigh as I lock my phone and Justin and I lean forwards, burying our heads into our laps as instructed by the pilot. I hold my hands on top of my head just as my phone vibrates, causing me to sit up immediately and check my phone. 

Incoming call from Bella.

"Justin it's Bella!" I say and his head snaps up. 

"Put her on speaker" He instructs me and I oblige as I answer the phone. 

"Bella, it's Zayn and Justin." I dumbly inform her even though she obviously knows.

"Are you okay? Have you landed? Are you injured?" Her voice is panicked and almost inaudible from our lack of signal. 

"We're still on the plane. We just need to talk to you in case-"

"You're what?" She screeches worriedly, interrupting me. "Zayn you need to get off your phone you might" The rest of what she says is inaudible and crackling sounds are the only sounds I can hear. 

"What? I can't hear you Bella!" I shout into the phone and the plane shoots forward, rapidly shooting downwards and causing me to drop my phone. "Shit!" I curse and without a thought I unbuckle my seatbelt and kneel down on the floor, my arm underneath the chair in front as I desperately feel for my phone. The plane's speed increases and Justin shouts for me to sit back down, panic clear in his voice but I continue to look for my phone. I need to tell Bella how I really feel about her even if it's the last thing I do. 

I finally find my phone as the plane hits the ground and practically bounces on the hard concrete as it hits with such high speed and force, causing me to fly into the seat in front of me and feel an excruciating pain before everything turns black...

Bella's POV:

"Zayn?! ZAYN?!" I scream, now hysterically crying as the phone line goes dead. I chuck my phone with great force across the room and it violently hits the wall, smashing to pieces as I slide down onto the floor. Beau guides me up onto the end of my bed takes me into his arms and I welcome his embrace as I continue to cry, no idea whether Justin and Zayn are dead or alive. 

"Shh it's okay, Bella." Beau comforts me. "We don't know anything yet." He tries to calm me and I continue to cry. This is all my fault. Everything is my fault. 

Hours pass and I still don't stop crying, however I do calm a little from my frantic state. The only thoughts that seem to run through my head are that this is my fault. I did this. Beau offered to stay and look after me and even though I really wanted his company I need to be alone. I can't even belief myself what I've done and the fact he knows about it makes it one hundred times worse.

Beau kept telling me it wasn't my fault but deep down, I know it is; I really do. I ruined these two boys' lives and to be honest I could have taken both of them. They could be dead. Because of me. All because of fucking me. 

I pull the ends of my hair in frustration as tears stream down my cheeks, and the excruciating ache in my chest only gets harder; accelerates and I find myself crying so hard I can barely breathe. I hate myself. I hate myself more than anyone could ever know.

Justin's POV:

I wake up in complete darkness, the air thick with smoke. Where the fuck am I? I take a deep breath and breathe in only smoke, causing my head to feel fuzzy and light and me to cough continuously. I look next to me and realize an empty seat, remembering I'm on a plane. But where the fuck is Zayn? 

"Hello? Is anyone on there?" I hear an unfamiliar voice call and quickly extend my neck to look around as I spot that the plane is virtually empty except a few figures running towards him and there is a firefighter stood far away from me. 

"Over here!" I call as loud as I can through coughs and I unbuckle my seatbelt. I go to move from my seat but notice my leg is stuck. Fuck. One of the seats in front of my has collapsed and is squashing my leg. "I'm stuck!" I shout and begin to panic, gasping for air through the thick smoke as my head feels light and everything begins to blur, the pain in my leg worsening as my head spins into darkness. 

...

My eyes lightly flicker open as I blink to unblur my vision, my chest feeling tight and my leg and ribs paining. I cough and try to breathe deeply as I lift my head and try to search the site for Zayn. I spot a burning plane in the distance and many smoke-faced people coughing and crying as their loved ones are being wheeled into the ambulances, reporters and cameras swarming the site. I begin to panic as I don't spot Zayn anywhere, and try to move from the stretcher. 

"No!" I scream but the ambulance crew ignore me as they wheel me into the ambulance and shut the doors behind me. Shortly after I feel the ambulance move and reach into my pocket for my phone. I try to switch it on and it lights up with the fucking stupid 'please charge' alert. I slam my phone down and remove the oxygen mask from my face, chucking it harshly on the floor. This is fucking bullshit. 

I cough and the ambulance worker hands the oxygen mask back to me with a warning glare. "You inhaled a lot of smoke and lost a lot of blood so I recommend using this. You can throw a stop if you like but we care about your health and only your health." She huffs and sits back down as I roll my eyes. Moody bitch. 

"Where am I?" I ask her, breaking the silence. I have no clue even what country I'm in, let alone what city. 

"Australia. Your plane crashed and I think your destination was.. Melbourne?" She asks and I nod. "We're not far from Melbourne. About a two hour drive." She informs me and I sigh. 

"Can you call my girlfriend?" I ask and it pains me to say girlfriend. I don't even know what we are anymore. And whether she'd take me back after how harsh I was to know I don't know.. But I really need her right now. Whether her and Zayn.. Zayn. Shit.

"Where's Zayn?" I interrupt the woman's ridiculous rant about how I should be making sure I'm okay before calling girlfriends and blah blah blah. 

"Zayn?" She repeats me with confusion clear in her eyes.

"My mate. He was next to me on the plane and he wasn't there when I woke up. Will he be heading to the same hospital as me?" I ask in a panic, praying he will be at the same hospital and most of all that he's okay. He wasn't wearing a seatbelt..

"Not neccessarily." She responds bluntly. "But you need to calm down..." She trails off, waiting for me to tell her my name. 

"Justin." I say shortly. 

"Justin." She repeats and continues. "You're increasing your heart rate and it's not good for you when in this state. Were you previously in an accident? We've been trying to figure out how you could have broken your ribs when in the position we found you." She asks confused and I nod. 

"A car crash. A couple of weeks ago." I inform her and she nods slowly before sighing. 

"Not been the luckiest of guys recently then." She tries to joke and I nod, knowing that I couldn't have been more unlucky in these past fiew weeks. "Did you suffer any other injuries?" She asks and I ignore her, staring blankly in front of me, my only thoughts on Zayn. And Bella.

Bella's POV:

I'm woken by my mom screaming my name and quickly rush to the top of the stairs, Beau following closely behind. 

"Bella quick!" My mum screams, "It's the plane crash - it's on the news!" My heart drops at the words that leave her lips and I almost fall down the stairs because I rush down them so quickly, Beau steadying me as I reach the bottom and we both rush into the living room. 

Beau sits down next to my mom but I remain standing, my eyes blazing into the tv as my mom turns the volume up. The stupid theme tune plays before the woman begins to talk.

"Breaking news. 

Just east of Shepparton, Victoria, a plane crashed today at 5pm. Many were injured and some killed. We will update on any news we here but here are some pictures of the crash."

My eyes widen at the pictures of injured passengers and a plane on fire play through on my TV and I cover my mouth before running to the toilet. I'm going to be sick.