Chasing Cars Two ~ A World Without You

Prologue

Chasing Cars Two ~ A World Without You

A Harry Styles Love Story

Hey readers, it's finally here! This is super short because it's a prologue in Harry's point of view, the next chapter is already written and much longer I promise.

This part carries on from the second the last one ended, if you're a new reader you don't really need to read the first fic, just know that he knows who she is, but she doesn't remember him.

I hope you all enjoy, you waited so long. x

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Prologue

Harry’s P.O.V

I broke through the hospital doors.

No, no, no, no, no, no

My mind repeated the words over and over, black dots and loud voices invading me.

It’s my fault, it’s my fault, it’s my fault

I charged down the hallways of the sick and dying, my breathing uneven. A pounding, throbbing sound emerged throughout my body,

She’s gone, she’s gone, she’s gone

I could hear my heartbeat through my throat, it felt heavy, like a brick in the sea, slowly drowning.

You did this, you did this, you did this

Once outside the building I stormed towards the car. When inside I rammed down on the pedal and sped onto the busy road, my foot locked on acceleration.

50, 60, 70, 80- don’t stop, don’t stop

Every second I increased in speed, waiting, hoping, praying it would stop. The voices and muffled crackling sounds in my voice screamed, they screamed at me,

It’s your fault, it’s your fault, it’s your fault

Louder and louder, faster and faster,

You did this, YOU DID THIS

I couldn’t think straight, I couldn’t see, they had taken over.

Monsters had taken over.

YOU DID THIS!

I’m the monster. I broke her, the girl who didn’t talk about her childhood because she lost everyone she loved,

The girl who couldn’t hold herself together when things went wrong,

The girl who danced in the shower to silly pop songs after somebody called her pretty,

The girl who always needed a hug, even when she said she didn’t.

The girl who was stubborn, arrogant, emotional and cared way too much over the little things is gone. Forgotten.

And it’s all your fault.

I felt myself let go, foot off the pedal. About to crash into a lamp pole while being driven out of my mind.

All of a sudden the voices stopped.

“Don’t do this.”

It was her.

I heard a loud car horn from a driver turning in. I slammed my foot down on the breaks.

I smashed into the silver car in front of me, sending my head jolting forward. My car crushed the boot and back seat of the victim, the windscreen broke and glass flew everywhere. It was all over in seconds, and I was left with a neck that felt like it was on fire, cuts and bruises and bits of blood covered what was left of me.

The driver stepped outside the shattered vehicle, safe.

And I was left sitting there. Drowning in pity, guilt, regret. The voices were gone, and all I was left with were pieces of memories with her. All the memories she wouldn’t ever know happened.

I pulled my arms up to my head that was stinging in raging pain, and broke down.

 

Because the voices were right.