Nosh?

-Chapter 20 The heart is a fragile body part-

Nialls POV:

I can't believe he broke up with me. Well actually I can he is disgusted by me. I cheated and I deserve to be dumped. I got in my car and drove away his last words repeating inside my head so much that my brain became foggy. I shouldn't be driving in this state of mind. I was doing it anyways and it was going to end up killing me. I looked up and there I saw it before everything went black.
I saw the street lamp that I was headed straight for. After I went black I was able to look down at the wreck. It was bad... really bad. My Range Rover was totaled and I was completely unconscious. Wait unconscious? Why was I looking DOWN?!?! What the hell?!? OH MY GOD I WAS DEAD!!! I am dead and hovering over my dead body! I started to freak out a bit as I saw the emergency correspondents work on the wreck and trying to get me out. Then I saw a light. My eyes opened and I was back in my body and I screamed as I felt the paramedics restart my heart. Once I was stable I passed back out and the last thing I heard was "he's going to slip into a coma but he's lucky to be alive."

Zayn's POV:

I was at the flat feeling bad as I had just caused a huge fight between josh and Niall. But at the same time I was happy cause maybe josh will dump Niall and then I can swoop in. I was lost in thought when Liam ran into the room and said "boys we need to go!  There has been an accident" I stood up. "What? Who?" The next sentence was a heart stopper. "Niall has been killed in a car crash but the  paramedics revived him. He's now in a coma at the hospital let's go!" Liam and the rest of the boys ran out to the car as I followed. I was numb and I couldn't hear a thing as I got in the car. My mind started to panick. What if he doesnt wake up?What if he doesn't remember us? What if he's in bad shape?. By the time my what ifs stopped running in my head we were at the hospital. I ran inside with the rest of the lads and we were directed to his room but weren't allowed to go in. The doctor told us that he was in critical condition and no one was allowed in his room. When I saw him through the glass of his room my heart sank. He was not Niall. He was broken and bruised and unrecognizable. My poor mate. I started to cry as I knew this was most likely my fault. I need to leave. I need to go back home and away from the band. This was my fault and I felt horrible.