One More Time

Chapter 39

~Niall's POV~

I drove down the road. The lights shone bright in my eyes and everything was blurry. I squinted through the shining oncoming traffic. It was all shifting all over the place. I tried my hardest to drive straight. The alcohol was running its effects, I knew that much.

My hands were gripping the wheel hard. My knuckles were turning white without me realizing. I had this pit of guilt in my stomach, a knot twisting. From what, I couldn't remember too well. But it was there, distinct and clear.

Each light passed by quickly, shimmering in my hazed vision. I stopped at a red light and leaned my head against the seat, feeling on the verge of vomiting.

The red traffic light glared at me. It switched to green and I exhaled, driving forward again.

Bright lights came to my right. My head turned. Lights got brighter. Closer. Faster.

Before I could process what was happening, before fear could set in, the lights reached their destination. I couldn't hear the crash, but I knew, far too late, it happened. Everything went black.

~Taylor's POV~

I got a phone call as I was pacing, hoping he was alright. I shouldn't've let him walk out, then drive, drunk.

I picked up the phone. I recognized the number. I've seen the hospital number many times. "Hello?" I said panicked

"Hello Mrs. Horan?" The reception lady asked.

"N-no not yet... Well... Yeah that's me." I took a deep breath.

"I'm afraid... Niall... was in a severe car accident..." She trailed off. "We are unaware of his condition... If you would like to come and-" I didn't hear the rest. I dropped my phone. It hit the floor with a crack. I broke the screen more. MORE. No. Not important.

"Kelsey I gotta go!" I called, grabbing my hoodie- okay HIS hoodie, and walking out the door. Fuck he took the car. I walked down the street quickly. I didn't have the energy to run. It was cold. I hugged his hoodie around me. It smelled like him.

As I was walking along the road I saw it. My car. Flipped over on the side of the road. No one was there. Tears filled my eyes and I kept walking. God... Why did I let him go out here after he'd been drinking?

It took 15 minutes to get to the hospital in the cold of the night. I walked in. I walked up to the woman. "Oh hello Taylor." Yeah, I'd been here that many times.

"W-where's Niall?" I stuttered out, tears falling into my face.

"He... Is being cared for I'm afraid... It might take a few minutes." I sat on a chair and sighed, running my fingers through my hair again. Why am I such an idiot? I hugged the sweatshirt I was wearing around myself. I looked down. Jack wills. His sweatshirt.

I sat there, gripping the plastic armrest hard. Too hard. My knuckles turned white in a matter of minutes. This is all my fault.

"Mrs. Horan?" I looked up, and let go of the chair.

"No- not married... Yet- never mind... What?" I said, panicking in my mind. The look on his face didn't exactly scream 'good news!'

"He... Hit his head when he was hit... And he's asleep. But you can see him if you want. " I nodded and walked to the room he had indicated. I sat down, shakily.

"Niall..." I whispered. I glanced at a clock, it's nearly 1 in the morning. I couldn't hold it together as I started crying softly. I hung my head and took his hand. "I'm so sorry." I whispered.

He looked so helpless, lying there, unable to move. This is all my fault. If I just made him stay. "Miss. Nelson..." They finally got it right. "You need to leave for the night." A doctor told me and I stood, kissed Niall's cheek, and walked out.