authors note: i understand this has mostly been an instagram short story, but i wanted to add a dramatic twist and in order to make the effect i want i have to use povs, sorry if anyone doesn't like this.
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My hands tremble and soon enough my phone falls out of my hands. I stand there in complete shock, I'm frozen. I can't feel anything, I can't breathe.
All this time I wasted being angry with her seems so pointless. The thought of not being with the love of my life while she's sitting in a hospital bed made me sick to my stomach.
The thought of her being in a hospital made me terrified. Shes so pure, so innocent, my princess. She doesn't deserve to be in a hospital bed, especially if i'm not there to comfort her.
He is.
That makes me even sicker, him loving her, kissing her, hugging her, making her smile and laugh. He doesn't deserve that luxury. Selena is the most gorgeous, humble, perfect princess to walk this earth.
Her voice and smile alone are breathtakingly beautiful, she can calm me just by humming. Her hair, her gorgeous locks are just mesmerizing. I think about brushing my hands through them and my body tingles.
My mind switches to her eyes, her absolutely flawless eyes, which made her look wise beyond her years, which she was.
IS.
I snap out of my daydream and rush upstairs to where Louis was lounging.
"Were leaving, now." I bellow, stomping over to him to grab him phone and throw it at the wall. Confused he stands up and pushes me back. I stumble back,
unfocused.
"What's your fucking problem Harry? Kendall acting up again? One of your side hoes drop you? God fucking forbid." He snides, rolling his eyes.
Tears start to build up in my eyes, my lip trembles and I feel like a little girl.
His eyebrows scrunch, even more confused, and all that can come out of my mouth is "Selena, accident, help me"
Louis' eyes open as he rushes for his phone and checks his instagram.
"FUCKING DAMMIT" He yells, as he grabs his keys and pulls me into the car. Dialling Vanessa he get the details and speeds to the hospital.
37 miles per hour
40 miles per hour
45 miles per hour
52 miles per hour
60 miles per hour
75 miles per hour
I focus on the trees as my body shakes, all my mind can stay on is how stupid I am. How mad I am at myself for being such a ignorant ass. How I could've prevented this but how I couldn't have at the same time.
How my only job and top priority was to keep her safe.
How I failed my baby.
We come to a stop, I open to the door and rush into the lobby greeted by Ashley. She's in tears, her makeup trailing down her face. I grasp her in a tight hug, kissing her hair before letting her lead me to the vip room they prepared for Selena.
We stop at the door, it's closed. I can't go in, my heart hurts and if I see her I don't know how I'll react. I gulp and look at Ashley.
"Sh-she's conscious, they just brought her back fr-from surgery. They said she should be waking up, but she-she might not." Ashley sobs, sliding her back against the wall. "Justin's on his way, but I think she rather wake up to-to you."
I grasp the door, about the turn the handle when Ashley says one more thing.
"I'm so sorry Harry, I shouldn't have yelled at her. She wouldn't have gone for a drive but she does that a lot now. It makes her feel free, I'm so sorry. I
should've helped you guys. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Blame me okay, I'm so so sorry." She cries out, her voice is hoarse.
I bend down and kiss her forehead one more time before opening the door.
The sight kills me, my girl being hooked up to a million machines. Her arms burned and her left leg elevated in a white cast. Her face was so pale it would probably be considered green. Cuts, burns and bruises covered her entire body. She looked like a patient you'd see on Greys Anatomy.
My heart aches, tears start to roll down my cheeks.
But it's still Selena, her lips are still her lips, her hands are still her hands and her chubby cheeks are still her chubby cheeks. She's still Selena, my Selena.
I tiptoe to her bedside as if my foot steps would wake my sleeping beauty. Sitting softly beside her arm, I stroke the non burned parts.
I sit there for hours admiring her being. Soaking in the time with her that I had lost and cursing at myself for messing up.
She's the best thing that's ever happened to me.
