Breaking The Ice

Mirrored

TJ's POV

I felt my feet leave the ground as I was launched forward, flying head first toward the concrete of the parking garage, before Harry appeared out of nowhere and caught me a split second before I hit the ground.

I flew into him as he grabbed me, both of us falling onto the cement as he landed on his back with me on top of him. It all happened so fast I had no time to comprehend it, but from the look on his face I knew that something was very, very wrong.

"Look at me." He said breathlessly as he pulled away from me and gripped my head in his hands. "You alright? You okay?"

I looked up at him, pure panic and fear in his eyes as he scanned my face.

"I-I'm okay." I said, still trying to process what happened.

I watched relief cross his face, before the desperation of my brother's cry caused us both to snap our heads in the other direction.

"Fuck, no! Lou!" Rich screamed as I looked over to see Louis lying on the ground, Dan and Rich hovering over him.

My heart immediately dropped into my stomach as Harry and I both frantically scurried over to him, kneeling down beside him as tears began to stream down my face.

"Louis?" I choked out, seeing him laying there on the cold concrete as Rich desperately tried to wake him up.

There was a large gash across his cheek, the side of his face already bruising as he laid there, and his leg was in an awkward position that let me know it was obviously broken. I had no idea what to say, or do, and I just couldn't tear my eyes away from his lifeless body as it lay in front of me.

"No, no, no, come on bro, wake up." Rich said as he tapped the side of his face. "Wake up and look at me Louis, fucking look at me!"

Dan pulled out his phone, a look on his face I'd never seen before that sent chills through my entire body. I watched him as he called an ambulance, doing my best to contain my sobs as I watched him try to get help. He was the oldest, he was always calm and collected, he always knew what to do, and it was obvious to me that the only thing keeping him from completely losing his shit was that he thought he had to be strong for the rest of us.

"Come on, Tommo. You gotta be alright, bro. You have to." Harry pleaded as he looked down at Louis, the desperation in his voice obvious as we all sat there helplessly.

I did my best to keep it together, knowing crying wouldn't get us anywhere, but my emotions were running wild while I looked around at everyone else who seemed to be just as panicked as I was. We all knew this wasn't some simple injury, that he wasn't just gonna wake up and walk away, and the weight of it was heavy in the air around us.

"Is he breathing?!" Dan asked quickly as he held the phone to his ear and Harry leaned down and tried to listen for breath sounds.

Every second felt like an hour as I watched Harry's face, slowly losing hope with every moment that passed before his eyes widened and he shot up to look at Dan.

"He's breathing! It's shallow though, tell them to hurry the fuck up!" He yelled.

"We should just take him ourselves, fuck this. We can't wait!" Rich said, desperate to help him somehow.

"We can't move him. If he's got a spinal injury we could paralyze him." Harry said, leaning over and putting his hand on Rich's shoulder. "They're coming. He's gonna be okay...he has to."

I swallowed hard as I looked at the two of them, just as Dan came and knelt down across from me on the other side of Louis, doing his best to look like he wasn't completely losing it on the inside.