I Hate You, Don't Leave Me (Harry Styles FanFic)

Concerts and Cars

"Best concert known to man." I say to Natalie as she drives.

"By far the best, did you see how sexy Zayn looked tonight? And oh my god Liam just, wow." she says as her hands caress the wheel. 

I know she has a thing for them they're her kryptonite. She continues "I mean really what was the probability of getting five attractive guys to sing with each other."

"I know how you feel love." I say. No we aren't British if that's what you're wondering, we just act like we are.

"Crank the tunes before I fall asleep." she says. I plug my phone in and play Tell Me a Lie, her favorite song.

 "CAN'T EVER GET IT RIGHT NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY, AND I TRY!" We sing for a while and continue to talk about the concert. But all I can think about is Harry.  I love Harry like I love life. I love the way he smiles and the way his eyes light up when he performs the way he sings live gives me chills and I couldn't imagine my life without him. No he doesn't know me, like at all. But I can dream right? You can't take that away from me.

Natalie takes the exit off of 80 and starts driving back to our hotel. We have around an hour’s drive so I talk to Nat ---Natalie's nickname ---about college and her softball scholarship. "So you're going to UCLA, huh?" I say.

"Yup I get a free ride and everything I can't wait! Thank the lord for softball!" she grins. Softball is her life. I mean seriously. 24/7 it's softball for her. She wakes up and goes to the batting cages and then field practice until late at night, so I'm lucky to get this time with her. My Nat.

I never was really interested in sports. Sweaty and gross. Plus I lack all athletic ability. So I turned to singing at a young age, it's a passion. It's my life, so unfortunately no scholarship for me. But I do get to go to King's College in London, which is my dream college. I laugh to myself as Nat babbles on about softball. "What if you couldn't play softball?" I ask her.

"I'd have no life, and I'll lose my scholarship and go with you to London." she turns and smirks at me.

"Pray to the lord that doesn't happen." I say jokingly. We both laugh, but is it wrong for me to want her to end her dream? I shake my head, how could I think that. She always told me to pursue mine. I want her to come with me to London, I don't want to leave her behind, but I have to let her pursue her dream.

"Gosh everything is happening so fast." she says. 

"I know_" I begin to reply but a pair of headlights swerve into our lane. "NAT WATCH OUT!"  I scream. But there's no time to react. CRUNCH!, goes our car. Glass showers us as we begin to roll. One, two, three rolls we take. I have to get out, I think to myself. I unbuckle my seat belt and try to open my door. Locked, damn. I kick the remaining glass out of the wind shield and crawl out and sit on what's left of the hood. My side of the car is bumped up but not as bad as the driver’s side. It's completely crushed. Wait the driver’s side........ Nat! I slide off the hood and limp over to her side of the car. The door is junked you can't even get in. I look through the window and I don't see any movement, but I see blood, lots of it. "HELP!" I scream. "SOMEBODY, PLEASE!" My phone! I pat my pockets. Found it! I call 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" the woman says.

"There's been a crash! My friend she's hurt please help!" I sob into the phone. 

"Take a deep breath. Where are you now?" she says soothingly. 

"The 4th exit off of highway 80." I continue to sob. 

"Ok, the police and ambulance are on their way. Is anyone else injured?" she asks.

"I don't know! Probably! “I yell into the phone. I look around to see if the other car is there. There's a damaged Range Rover to the left off to the side. The idiot that hit us!