The Accident (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 2: Keep Breathing

The voices agree with the last stranger and they all fall back into a comfortable silence as I fight back the drugs and try to do what Liam has been waiting three weeks for me to do… I open my eyes.

(ORIGINAL POV)

Blue eyes. I have blue eyes, blonde hair, I’m average height, average weight, and have nine people who I can now call family and friends. I have no past. Only a future; a future made possible because one boy tripped on his shoelaces outside an alleyway and went on to save my life.

This is all that I’ve learned about myself since I woke up one week ago. That moment is the clearest memory that I have and I replay it in my mind whenever I’m alone. For me, it was the moment I left my old life behind and let my new one begin….

“20 pounds! You all owe me 20 pounds her eyes are like mine! BLUE BLUE BLUE! SHE HAS BLUE EYES! I WON! I WON IT!” This victorious banter was what met my newly open eyes and ears. The boy had bleached blonde messy hair and sat in an old, faded green plastic chair directly to my left. His hand held mine but as our eyes met he triumphantly leapt up and danced around the small, white room. He threw his head back with laughter and his Irish accent filled the room as all the other visitors registered my newfound consciousness. My other hand was gripped tightly by Liam and when I turned to face him for the first time his eyes were spilling over with tears and as they trickled down his soft face his other hand lifted up to stroke the fallen hair out of my eyes. My skin tingled at his soft touch and soon after I began to cry too. Arms wrapped around me holding me tightly and for the first time since I woke up in the alleyway I felt truly safe and loved.

When I finally calmed myself down enough to look back up I saw that it was a boy, who I suspected was a little younger than the others, who sat at my feet, well on my feet would be a better description. He crawled forward along my legs carefully avoiding my knee and ankle as he edged nearer and drew me in for a hug. He carefully cupped my head as he held me tightly to his muscular chest. His teardrops fell like rain landing in my hair. The laughing boy and the two other strangers soon joined him, Liam and me; they piled themselves onto my bed and joined in the tears and the warm embrace. It may seem strange, to someone looking on, how close we suddenly seemed. These five boys who I had never seen or met before were there waiting for me to wake up in an unfamiliar hospital room. They were my rock, my family, my everything. These boys were One Direction.

We stayed huddled in this warm embrace until one of the boys accidentally pressed the “Call for Help” button and a nurse was immediately dispatched to my room. She screamed in shock and dropped my files across the shiny hospital floor. Our hug was pulled apart as the nurse called in doctor after doctor to examine me, attempt to question me and reprimand the boys for not immediately coming to get the staff.

Everything happened so quickly and I hardly noticed that the boys were still there until it was just my main doctor and us. Throughout all the procedures and tests today I never managed to say a thing. It was all so confusing. Question after question. Updates on how I was doing, statistics on my recovery rate, reporters trying to get answers to questions and photos. We even had one reporter try to sneak in wearing borrowed scrubs and snap a photo of the boys sitting on my bed but the hospital staff and the boys’ manager instantly dealt with him.

But throughout all of that I could never muster an answer. My mind seemed disconnected with the rest of my body and they diagnosed it as simply being in shock as my vocal chords and all the rest were perfectly intact. It was late evening by the time we were joined by my other rescuer, Carla. Liam had the sense to call her after the doctors came in when I woke up and she came here straight after work, but as she lives far away from the hospital her timing was a little late for the hospital staff’s liking. They did however let her stay for an hour or so and she seemed well acquainted with the boys when she entered. It seems like she had visited many times as well when I was in my coma like state. Her face lit up when our eyes met for the first time but she was not the woman I imagined her to be. A sleek, slim and proper looking woman in a suit entered my room when she was called in and I was sure it was a mistake until her soft, comforting voice rang out in welcome and I was immediately reassured that this was the woman who made me feel so safe when all hope was lost.