~ It Never Should've Been ~ One Direction Fan Fiction ~

~ Chapter 40 - My Savior ~*

It had had been two days since I had Skyped Niall and today was the day he'd be getting back. Well, he'd be getting back tonight, so I had all day to kill.

I rolled out of my bed around eleven in the morning, hungry. I pulled my hair into a loose bun and padded out of my room and into Jayda's. She just so happened to be asleep.

I crept over to the side of the bed and got prepared to start poking her face, Jayda's eyes flashed open and she leaned towards me and screamed in my face.

I screamed and scrambled backwards, "What the hell?"

She laughed and stood up, "I've been awake for awhile and heard you come in. I couldn't resist to urge to scare you."

I stood back up and dusted myself off. "Well, it's not nice," I grumbled.

"Anyway, whatcha need? I assume you came in here for a reason, yeah?"

"Yeah!" I smiled, "Just wondering if you wanted to go out to lunch? Nandos?"

"You're turning into Niall. Anyway, I would love too. Now get out so I can get ready."

"An hour?" I suggested as I made my way for the door.

"Yup!"

I walked out the door and into mine, stripping out of my clothes and taking my hair out of the bun I had just put it in.

I stepped into the shower and turned the water on hot, taking a slow, relaxing shower. It felt good. I hadn't taken an easy shower in a long time. I have to make a mental note to do it again sometime soon.

After I was all clean, I stepped out and got casually dressed. I mean we were only going to Nandos after all.

I pulled on some peach colored shorts and slipped a braided leather belt around my waist. After that, I pulled on a black camisole and then a ribbed grey tanktop over top of it.

As finishing touches, I put on grey flip flops, pearl earrings, and a heart necklace. And with my hair, I just pulled it up into a messy bun, putting a few bobby pins in here and there.

"Ellie!" Jayda called, knocking on my door. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah," I called back and grabbed my phone and a pair of Ray Bans, before walking out of my room.

"Yay!" she said. Jayda was dressed in red shorts, a thick brown leather belt, and a yellow and white striped shirt. She had her hair in a side braid and aviators resting on top of her head.

"Nice shirt," I teased. It was one of the shirts she got when we were shopping the other day. And truthfully, I was jealous. It was a really cute shirt.

We both walked out to the van and Jayda slid into the driver's seat and me into the passenger.

The van quickly roared to life and we both slid on our seatbelts.

As Jayda backed out of the parking spot and turned down the street, I leaned forward and flipped on the radio.

Good Time by Owl City and Carly Rae Jepsen came on and I grinned. It was currently one of my favorite songs.

I sung along, singing Carly's part and Jayda caught on, singing the parts of Owl City.

We were singing along with goofy faces and dance moves.

Jayda laughed as she turned down a city road, watching all the cars around us. Within a few more seconds, the song was over.

I happily sighed, "I love that song."

"I know. I do-" Jayda got cut off by a loud bang.

I shut my eyes on instinct and shut them even tighter when I felt immense heat and something blow into me, pushing me back into my seat.

I was jostled around and I held onto the door handle as best as I could. Besides me, Jayda was screaming. And just like before, she was cut off again.

When what seemed like years later, the movement stopped and I opened my eyes.

The windshield in front of me no longer existed and the airbag in front of me was popped out. Steam was coming out from the hood and when it cleared a little, I screamed. We were upside down.

I looked over at Jayda and her eyes were closed, the airbag pressing into her chest, glass sprayed into her arms.

I looked down at mine and realized I didn't have a touch of glass in me.

I reached over and touched Jayda's arm. "Jayda?"

There was no response, so I pulled at her arm, "Jayda, please wake up."

Still no response. I started crying. I pushed away the airbag and tried to open my door, only able to move it a little at the time.

"Help!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face. I pushed the door a few more times before hands wrapped around the frame of the door and pulled it open so I could get out.

I scrambled out the door and to my feet. I ran over to Jayda's door and started pulling it.

"Help me!" I cried to the savior when the door wouldn't budge. "Call the ambulance! Do something!"

A hand landed on my shoulder. "Ellie, I can't."

I turned around and ran straight into Harry. Harry Styles. The Harry Styles. The Harry Styles who admitted his crush. The Harry Styles who hit me. The Harry Styles who turned mad at everything. The Harry Styles who became Harry Styles again. The Harry Styles who pulled me out of the crashed car. The Harry Styles who crashed his car straight into mine. The Harry Styles who put Jayda into so much pain, not even one can imagine.

"Harry?" I whispered among the tears.

"I'm so sorry," he said, touching my arm gently before running to his car. The whole front half of his convertible was totaled, but that didn't matter to him.

Just as quickly as the whole accident happened, Harry drove away, not even once looking back once.

"You bastard!" I yelled through my tears before turning back to Jayda's door, tugging on it as hard as I could, though nothing moved.

"Jayda, just hang in there," I yelled to her.

"Ellie, where am I?" she asked quietly.

"You're um, traveling! I'll explain later, okay!"

She nodded and closed her eyes again and what looked like, moving into a sleep.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around, expecting help of any kind.

"Are you Ellie Keddington?" asked a man with a camera.

"Who fucking cares if I am Niall Horan's girlfriend?! My friend is hurt and I can't get her out! Please help me!"

The man snapped some pictures of me, looking the mess I am, and then started pulling the door with me, finally getting it to open.

I pulled Jayda out, who was in a deep sleep and leaned up against the turned car, pulling Jayda into my arms.

"Thank you," I said to the man, trying to stop the tears.

The man was already taking pictures again, snapping them as fast as he could.

The only thing I remember doing before I passed out was giving him the finger and mumbling, "Fuck off."