Chapter 8

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Niall's POV

I'm exhausted trying to figure out Harry's secret. He leaves behind no trails as to what could be going on. He's so isolated and I hate that about him. I'm tempted to go into his room, but get a phone call coming from my pocket. The caller ID is a random number that I've never seen before so I answer it. "Hello?"

"Hi, are you the friend of Louis Tomlinson?" "Uh, maybe, what did he do now?" I groan. "He's in the hospital. He got into a car accident at approximately 12:17 am. I can give you more information about what happened if you come to the Emory Hospital at 2048 Banter St. "What!? Is he okay?" I ask as I run upstairs to tell everyone. "The latest information I have gotten was that he went into shock."

"Ok, I'll be right there," I rush. I hang up and run into everyone's room unexpectedly. They all curse at me but their eyes widen when I tell them what happened. We all rush into Zayn's car because it's bigger. I give him the address and he drives off.

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We reach the hospital in one piece, surprised because of Zayn's driving. We rush into the emergency room and sign all of our names onto a clipboard. The woman behind the desk tells us to take a seat in the waiting room. "What if he doesn't make i-,"

"Shut up, Zayn. He's strong, he'll wake up." Harry cuts him off. We sit here in silence when a police officer comes our way. "Hello, I understand you three are the friends of Louis Tomlinson? I'm just going to ask you all a couple of questions, if thats alright?" He asks. All of us are too shaken up to answer his question so we stay silent. "When and where was the last time you all saw Louis?" He looks around at all of us. "The last time we all saw him was at about 9pm when he stopped by the house and told us he was going to the club," I say. "Why are you answering for all of them," he furrows his brows. "Because I can speak for everyone when I say we all saw him at the same damn time. Also, I think I'm the only one right now that has the courage to even speak. Lastly, whatever you're thinking in that dumbass brain of yours, drop it," I growl. He has the nerve to think that I could have possibly done this to him. It angers me more thinking about it but I stop when a doctor walks up to us. We all simultaneously stand and it feels like hours before he finally says, "He'll be fine."

We all let out a sigh we didn't knew we were holding. "He just has yet to wake up. When he wakes up, we'll ask him a couple of questions about what happened, then I'll check for any other injuries he may have. He should be home in about a week or two. I'll go ahead and inform his school what has happened," he walks away. We all look at each other and smile. "I'm here!" Someone calls behind us. "Oh My God! What happened?" We turn around and its Liam, Louis' adopted brother.

"Is he okay? What happened? I just got a call saying he was in the hospital and I had to drop everything to be here! I swear that was the longest drive of my life. Can I see him? Did he do something stupid like always?" He bombards us with questions. "He's okay, although he's not awake. He got into a car crash. We can't see him yet and I have no idea what exactly happened. Their gonna ask him questions first when he wakes up," Harry answers. "Oh, thank God," he sighs. He takes a seat next to me and I see him pull on his hair, frustrated. He looks up and tears fall down his eyes.

An hour later of sitting on this back aching chair, the doctor comes back out with a smile on his face. "Louis is awake now. You guys can see him but only one by one," he says. Liam jumps up first and says, "Can I see him first? After all, he kinda is my brother." We all agree and take back our seats in our chairs.

Liam's POV

Fools. That's what they are. So, he's alive. I'm grateful he's alive because after all, we are related. I didn't want to hurt him that badly, I'm just doing my job. I was hired by Derek to do this job because I have my special reasons for taking it. I walk into his room and he looks at me wide eyed. "Hey, buddy," I whisper. "What are you doing here, Liam," he coughs.

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