CRASH (Harry Styles and Demi Lovato)

Chapter 11 ∽ All Gone

DEMI'S POV

All I heard were continuous rings but still no fucking answer, "The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the beep."

I waited for the beep to end as it echoed through my ears before speaking, "Bri, please call me back. Its really important... its about Chelsea. Meet me at the hospital, I'm on my way now. Call me when you get this, okay?"

I ended the call and dropped my phone on my lap. My inner worrier was currently going into overdrive with every minute that I had to sit inside of this car. She's currently coiled up at a corner of a dark room, just garnering every negative scenario that could have possibly happened to Chelsea while my subconscious tries her best to slap some sanity back to her senses.

I still couldn't grasp the explanation behind Chelsea's sudden unwellness. I thought the surgery was a success... she was doing so well and she was on the road to a fast recovery. But then why did she bleed? And why did they have to bring her back to the operating room? I couldn't fathom the cause of this abrupt change in circumstance.

The sound of Cherry's loud sobs and weeps during the call repeatedly rang irrately through my ears, sending an unpleasant wave of goosebumps all over my body and I closed my eyes in an attempt to block the horrific sound replaying in my head.

"God, please let Chelsea be okay," I silently pleaded as I let out a heavy sigh and leaned on the backrest of the passenger seat.

"Hey," Harry placed his left hand on my right, which was resting limply on my lap, "Stop worrying. I don't know what happened to Chelsea, but I'm sure she's fine. Relax... you're already shaking."

He softly squeezed my hand and only then did I realize that he was right, my hands were shaking. His thumb started to rub against my knuckles and I put no effort to sieze his comforting gesture. If I were in a different state of mind, I probably would have darted his hand away from me by now... but I needed this at the moment. He was right. I needed to relax.

I was somehow thankful that he was here to try and calm me down, even though we still have some unresolved matters between us. I just need someone to keep my head above water at this point 'cause I feel like I'm just one negative thought away from a full-on break down and I'm deeply in need of reassurance right now. If Harry, or anyone for that matter, wasn't with me, I would probably be panicking like shit by now.

I hate being like this everytime I'm faced with serious and heavy problems. I just don't know how to get ahold of the stress, it always seems to get the best of me. At times like these, Brianna or Nick were usually the ones responsible in helping me to soothe my edge. But neither of them are here, it was just Harry whose currently present and I guess he'll have to do, for the moment.

That reminds me, I forgot to call Nick. I should let him know about Chelsea.

Without saying a word, I pulled away from Harry's gentle grip. He was startled for a second, turning away from the road for a moment to look at me, "Sorry, was I making you uncomfortable?"

I faced him and shook my head as he diverted his gaze back up front, "No, Its fine. I just remembered that I have to call Nick," I explained.

"Oh, Okay then," he answered simply as he placed both his hands on the stirring wheel, putting his sole concentration in driving instead.

I lifted the phone from my lap and fumbled with the touch screen buttons, dialling Nick's number. I aimed it directly at my ear as I listened patiently to the rings resonating through the speakers.

"Hello? Babe?" He answered after a couple of more rings, his voice in a hushed tone while the background was nothing but an opaque collection of simultaneous mumbles.