Never Forget *Narry*

1. Never Forget

Harry POV

I don’t think I could have run down the stairs any faster than I did just now. Before I can even see Niall I’m yanking my phone from my pocket and dialling 999.

“999, what is your emergency?”

“Please, I need an ambulance here, right now, my fiancé, he fell down Feldman’s ditch, the one right outside my house, please, I need you here now. I’m trying to find him but please.” I almost shout frantically.

“OK sir, please calm down and try and find him, what’s your name?” The kind sounding woman on the other end of the line tries to calm me.

“Harry, Harry Styles, please, get here, please.” I don’t know when I started crying but I can barely speak.

“Hey Harry, it’s Niall isn’t it, your fiancé? Try calling his name.”

“NIALL!” I scream, forgetting about the phone so close to my mouth.

I hear a faint whisper of my name and sprint through the undergrowth to where I think it came from.

“Niall!” I call again.

“Can you see him Harry?”

“Maybe, I don’t know.” I sob, looking around frantically until I see a glint of moonlight bouncing off of something about 30 metres away.

“Niall!” I scream, running over to him and collapsing onto my knees by his head.

“Harry! Harry! Harry, I’m sorry. I’m scared. Please Harry.” Niall squeals frantically, thrashing his arm around a little.

“Harry, please get Niall to remain still, do you know the recovery position?” The lady in my ear interrupts my thoughts.

“Yes. Yes, I do.” I sniff loudly, drying my eyes with my hands.

“Harry, pass me over to Niall, if he can’t hold the phone, put it on speaker.”

“Baby, can you hold the phone, the lady wants to talk to you?” I coo, running my hand soothingly over Niall’s forehead.

“Yeah, yeah.” Niall attempts to nod and lets out a cry of distress before gripping the back of his neck.

“Niall, don’t move, please, don’t move.” I instruct, carefully placing the phone in his hand and helping him hold it up to his ear.

I take a moment to compose myself, my breathing becoming frantic as I see the large gash on the back of Niall’s head and the way his knee is twisted in an unnatural position.

“Haz, they said they’re going to have to bring the air ambulance because they can’t get an ambulance down here.” Niall informs me, trying to steady his breathing.

“Stay calm Niall, please, it’s going to be ok.” I stroke a hand over Niall’s side before manoeuvring him into the recovery position.

“Haz, it hurts.” Niall whines, accidentally dropping the phone to the floor.

“It’s ok baby, it’s ok. I love you darling, so much. It’s going to be ok, I promise.” I lean down and speak soothingly in his ear, kissing his temple before grabbing the phone off the floor and holding it to my ear, stroking a hand carefully through Niall’s hair, careful to avoid the gash on his head.

“I love you Harry.” Niall sobs, trying to grab my hand.

I hold his hand and pull it up to my mouth, kissing the back of his hand gently and stroking his knuckles, seeing the moon shine off his wedding ring; that must have been what I caught sight of earlier.