Destiny Awaits: A One Direction Fan Fiction [On Hold]

Chapter 25- How Do You Love Someone?

Chapter 25

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They wouldn't let me get into the ambulance with him.

My whole body was shaking as I watching him get strapped into the gurney. They wheeled him over from the spot where he had landed into the vehicle emotionlessly, unfeeling.

I, on the other hand, probably looked like the one who was in need of help.

The medics had me sit on the ground with a blanket wrapped around me, staying still, trying to keep me quiet. It had worked well enough until I saw the pool of blood left where my angel's head had been laying.

My fault. It was all my fault. Nothing anybody could tell me would change that.

You know that feeling when you're underwater, when everything sounds so echo-y and murky, unclear? It felt like that. I knew people were talking to me, but it was drowned out in my own tears. I wasn't paying any attention to Breagh rubbing my back soothingly, or Holly biting her nails, the boys shuffling around. I didn't notice Judith, one of the strongest people I knew, holding back tears from her big blue eyes. But none of them had caused this. None of them were responsible. I was the reason why Harry Styles had blood matted in his curls. I was the reason for such disappointment. And it wasn't the first time. Oh no, there was also that time when we were in Los Angeles, not even a month ago, when I had already almost cost him his life. Twice.

To say you have to world on your shoulders may be just a metaphor, but I truly felt like this was the case. The first concert was tomorrow; there was no way he'd be in the right condition to perform. The girls would be given four boys when they had been promised five. After waiting in giant lines all day and night, not to mention the stress of buying tickets online, travelling from all corners of the country just to see these five boys. Not four boys, five. And I would be the reason why they wouldn't get the full package.

I snapped out of it after about ten minutes, as the ambulance rolled out of the parking lot. I felt like a part of me was gone, because I didn't know how he was. For all I know, the medics could have told me, but I didn't hear them. I was too preoccupied in my own thoughts.

"I need to go see him", I said, my voice hoarse. "I have to go".

I heaved myself up off of the ground, dusting myself off, having one goal in my mind; to get into my car, drive to the hospital, and not leave Harry's bedside. But I was roughly pushed back down. I looked up, confused, squinting at a bright light that was shining down into my eyes.

"I'm sorry miss, the only car you'll be travelling in tonight is mine", a man's deep voice told me. He clicked off the light, and I was staring, mortified, into the eyes of a police officer.

"You'll be investigated on claims of suspicious behaviour involving the injury of Harry Styles" he said coldly.

They thought I had done this on purpose. They thought I had meant to hit him. We were alone, and I had golf clubs. It looked like a legitimate claim. But it was the furthest from the truth. Just as I had calmed myself again, I broke down completely.

"Wait, wait, it was an accident!" I heard Niall say, outraged. I started to cry even more hysterically, moved by his bravery.

"An accident or not, you're coming with me" he said roughly, grabbing my arm. He pulled me over to his police cruiser, and opened the door, making me sit in the back.

He climbed into the front seat, closed the door, and speedily drove away. I looked into the eyes of my friends, eyes that ranged from looks of accusation to shock, even to fear. The tires kicked up dirt as we zoomed out of the parking lot, where my friends were all standing around. I wish I could have been one of them, without this weight upon me. But instead, I was sitting in behind a cage in a police car, like a common animal.