10 Minutes(Larry Stylinson)Coming Spring 2015

Prologue

-Louis P.O.V.-

~1 Minute After~

Harry. Harry. Harry. That's my only thought at this moment. His car is demolished and in flames, with shattered fiber glass all over the road. Why did this have to happen?

Waiting...

Waiting...

Waiting...

~2 Minutes After~

Everything is moving in slow motion, flashing lights and sirens blaring in the background, but they seem so far away. I can't bring myself to focus as I feel someone shaking my shoulder. I brush them off. I see paramedics carrying Harry away from the burning car, and onto a stretcher.

Flames.

Burns.

Scars.

~3 Minutes After~

I snap as I hear the sirens fading away. I get off of my knees, up from the ground and pull at my hair in frustration. I feel wetness rushing down my cheeks. Am I crying? I turn around and see that the ambulance is missing.

No.

No.

No!

~4 Minutes After~

I feel myself come back to reality. I turn around and scream at Liam, we have to get to the hospital, we can't be too late.

Tick...

Tick...

Tick...

~5 Minutes After~

We hop in the car. I'm staring out the window as the street lights pass in a blur. We pass house after house and my mind is swarming with these unwanted thoughts.

Sobbing.

Tear stained cheeks.

Waiting...

~6 Minutes After~

I can't keep up with anything, and my heart thumps against my chest. How can everything fall apart so fast? How can such little time change everything I've ever known? I should have just listened to him. I can't lose him. I won't.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

~7 Minutes After~

I hop out of the car before it's even to a full stop and rush into the hospital. I sprint to the front desk and ask Harry's room number. 419. Liam catches up with me as we take the elevator. I have to get to Harry.

Sprinting.

Out of breath.

Not enough time.

~8 Minutes After~

I run up to his door, and the doctor gives me a sympathetic smile before moving aside, letting me in. Harry is laying on the white hospital bed, and my heart stops.

Wires.

Tubes.

Needles.

~9 Minutes after~

I let out a wail and move to his bed, throwing my arms around his tall frame, but avoiding his bruises and cuts. Holding his hand tightly, I sit in the chair beside his bed. The slow beeping on his monitor is the only thing reassuring me right now. I faintly feel Liam pat my back, but everything seems so far away. Please Harry, please don't leave me now.

Pulse pounding.

Blood rushing.

Head spinning.

~10 minutes after~

The beeping of the heart monitor is slowing down. No! Oh god, please no. We have so much planned. I can't say goodbye yet, he has to wake up. Doctors rush in and surround his bed, trying to find the problem. I squeeze Harry's hand and hope for the best. Please, please be okay.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

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Harry styles, 19, born in Cheshire, attends University of Britain. Louis Tomlinson, 21, born in Doncaster, attends the same University as Harry.

How can something so perfect change in such a little amount of time? One little car wreck could ruin everything. Will Harry live through it, or will Louis get his heart broken?

This is the story of how Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles fall in love, and how 10 little minutes could change everything you've ever known.

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COMING SPRING 2015
Copyright @TheyStoleMyHeart_x 1-2-15