Beaten for years until she finally had enough. Brooklyn hasn't had the greatest life that every teen wishes they could have had. One night her friends have her let loose, and what could go wrong? Absolutely everything.
Lately all Harry and I do is argue. I've never hated this more than I have now. It's been so bad I don't know what we are anymore. It's not like us to sit and argue all day everyday about useless things.
Just yesterday Harry and I got into a huge fight. It was a really bad one, and I can't believe it even happened. I was so naïve that I believed he had kissed another girl, and he promised he didn't but I didn't believe him. And now today we haven't spoken one word to each other all day.
**** (yesterday to present)
"Just shut up! Okay? I'm sick of this Harry. I'm so sick of us arguing that is all we ever do lately and I can't take it anymore!" I found my voice screaming at Harry. I was shaking, and my head was pounding so hard. "I'm sick of not being good enough for you! You know you're not the only one in this relationship! You're being so selfish, this is my career!" Harry yelled back at me. "Do you not get it? You, Harry, you. You mean the world to me and yet you're caught with so many girls every other day. I trusted you and you, you betrayed me again!!" I shouted.
"She.. She kissed me! I can't believe you don't trust me!" He sits down shaking his head. "And to think I ever loved you!" His voice grew angry and annoyed, thick with hatred and the words sting. "I hate you, and everything. I wish I never would've met you!" I can't contain my anger as I spit out words that I knew deep down I never meant. I push past Harry, and run to our bedroom slamming the door, and then hearing cries erupt downstairs from Darcy.
I flop down on our bed and cry not caring anymore. I sit up, and walk to the closet Harry and I share grabbing a bag and throwing clothes in it. Once I grab cloths of mine, I go to Darcy's room and throw in hers too. I walk downstairs and walk into the living room seeing her fast asleep on Harry's chest. I walk over to him and take Darcy from his hold.
"Brooklyn what the hell are you doing?" Harry asked standing up. "Im leaving Harry." I said, and walked out the door. "Brooklyn stop! Please we can fix this!" Harry shouted running after me. I buckled Darcy in her seat, and put my bags in the passenger, getting into the drivers seat and shutting the door. "Brooklyn stop I'm sorry!" Harry begged outside the car. I locked the doors, and put my head down crying.
I looked at Harry one last time, before I started the car, making him break down into tears. I slowly back out if the driveway, and took off, with Harry running after me. I turned onto the highway and drove not really knowing where I was going. I cried until I couldn't anymore. My phone was vibrating next to me, receiving calls and texts from Harry. I grabbed my phone opening the messages, and before I knew it everything went black.
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I was sorta in and out of it. I didn't know where I was, all I heard were sirens cries and loud noises. I moved my hand to touch my forehead and I saw blood on my hand. I blacked out again, everything blurry. "Get them out!" I heard people shouting but I couldn't see anything.
HARRY
I sat at home on the couch, and cried. I turned on the tv, and flipped through a bunch of nonsense channels. But one caught my attention. "Hi it's Sasha reporting from highway 24 in Holmes chapel, north Cheshire near London. There has been a fatal crash involving 1 woman, and her daughter. Police say it's the girlfriend of singer/ song writer, Harry Styles, along with their child." I didn't even see the rest of the news, and took off to where the crash was located.
When I got there, which took me about 5 minutes, I jumped out of my Range Rover and ran closer where the police tape was blocking everyone from crossing in. As I took in the sights I saw Brooklyn's car, and a semi truck. Her car was flipped over on the side of the bridge, and the truck had barely any damage done to it. Police and firefighters were trying to pry the doors open to get inside. I ducked under the tape and ran to her car ignoring the yells from police officers telling me to leave.
I stood next to her car unable to do anything about them being in there. Brooklyn's driver door was cut open, and I saw her laying there unconscious. I broke down again in tears immediately as a police officer pushed me away. "No that's my girlfriend!" I yelled and pushed away from him as they put her on a stretcher. I waited a few minutes when someone crawled into the back seat getting Darcy.
I cried as I saw her still conscious but blood on her and hearing her cries. I ran to the ambulance her and Darcy were put in. I showed them my I.D to tell them I was fine riding with them. I sat with my head in my hands, crying. I couldn't even look up at them the sight was to scary. I called my mum and told her we were going to the emergency room and she said she'd be right there.
EMT's were running around trying to get pulses on Brooklyn and one was trying to comfort Darcy. I sat next to Darcy and talked to her. Whispering soothing things to her. The pain I felt seeing the two people I loved the most in pain was horrific. Knowing I couldn't hold my baby girl, and comfort her was even more terrible. Knowing she was in pain and I couldn't do anything about it.
***** I was told I couldn't see Brooklyn or Darcy right now, and I sat in the waiting room. I ran to my mom as I saw her walking in. "Mom I can't do this. This is to hard. I never thought I would have to go through this, it's horrible!" I cried into her shoulder. "Harry baby. It'll all be okay I know it will. How did this happen?" She asked. "Brooklyn and I have been fighting for weeks, and she left with Darcy a few hours ago. I don't know the rest but I wanna see my baby, I wanna see my girlfriend and hold them close to me for the rest of my life. I can't go through this again. I need them to be safe with me." I cried. "Mr. Styles?" I heard a deep voice call my name. I turned around and saw their doctor standing there.
I walked over to him, and he told me they were both unconscious right now. Brooklyn is in more critical condition than Darcy and that they don't know if Brooklyn was gonna make it. He said there is a higher chance Brooklyn will but something could go wrong from something so big. "You can see them if you'd like." The doctor said walking away. I reached for the door handle turning it slowly. I looked inside and saw my whole world laying there.
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Y'all I actually cried writing this and omg. I'm dead.
