Harry's Pov
"Hello, is this Mr. Harold Styles?" the voice asks.
"Yes, how'd you get my number?" I ask sitting up from the couch I was currently laying in. The boys look up at me from their positions in the floor and couch.
"I have here Ms. Janie, she has gotten into a car crash. I would like for you and her family members to come in for some information on her." I stood up as fast as I can and ran to my room to get dressed. "What hospital is she in?" I ask while pulling my jeans on my legs.
"St. Jonathan, sir." She says politely. "Sir, I have to get off of here to call some other parents so, I'm likely to see you soon, yeah?"
"Yes ma'am." Click.
(BTW!, I made the hospital name up cause I don't know a hospital name besides the one in my town, I didn't want to use that one..)
"Harry! What's all the commotion up there?" I grab my keys and ran back downstairs.
"Janie, got into a car crash." I stare at their faces, they see hurt and guilt..
Guilt?
"Hurry up, we have to get to St. Jonathan." I say while exiting the house, into the garage. I start the car and wait for the lads. While the lads are inside, I tap my fingers repeatedly to gain somewhat of a concentration. The heat finally kicked on, the vents were open so the heat escaped. It was warm, not to cold and not to hot, just the way I like it. My mind wondered off to Janie. What had caused her to crash? Was she texting and driving? Was she drunk? No, i crossed the drunk part out and thought some more.
Did someone call her? No, everyone knows she doesn't like to talk to people while driving, so I crossed that one off too. My list got larger, but at the same time it got smaller. Half the stuff my mind thought of, she didn't do or wouldn't do at all.
The boys finally came out of the house with Paul at their side. They hurry into the car, pulling their seat-belts on, and stare at me to leave.
"Paul, hurry up. We need to leave like RIGHT NOW!" My voice got louder and louder before the sentence was over.
I'm just pushing 75 when we reach the hospital, we pull into one of the closest parking spaces there is to the front entrance. Paul leads us into the building, watching for happy girls running at us for autographs, which there wasn't any. Louis rushes to the front desk and tells Janie's name, he reserves the room number and that we have to be very quiet she's sleeping.
All 6 of us, including Paul, run down the halls and up the stairs, since the elevators were in use. We weren't going to wait for them anyways. We get to her door, 237, we hesitate, even Paul does. Which surprises me, he barely know Janie, but it's okay no one knows who she is anymore.
"We can visit one at a time, I can go first if know one else will.." Louis says while opening the door a little at a time. "Yeah that sounds fine." Liam says, walking to the chairs on the other side of the hall.
Louis Pov
Leaving the boys in the hall, I walk to sit by my girlfriend, well I hope she's my girlfriend.. I didn't get a defenient answer.
Janie was sleeping just like the front desk lady said, I believe her name tag said Lucy, but I'm not for sure. Slowly, but steadily, I walk to her side, she shifts in her sleep.
"Janie." I whisper. "I know you can't hear me but, that plan with you and Harry, I really hope it works. I want you to be mine forever, I can't stand harry mistreating you." The door opens and I hold my breathe. With the curtain blocking my view I can't see who it is.
But, I hope it isn't Harry.
(Hey my beauty's! I'm sorry for making this chapter really short. :(I'm also sorry I haven't updated like I said I would, but with volleyball and family issues I didn't have time. Sadly I didn't. I finished up this chapter and I really can't wait for the next! This book is the most funnest thing I ever done, besides going to Six Flags. Now that was funn! ANYWAYS, FOR THE PEOPLE THAT COMMENTED, THANK YOU SO MUCH! YOU ENCOURAGED ME TO UPDATE! SO THIS IS FOR YOU FANS!)
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