Another World [ON HOLD] (in editing)

Twisted

Not sure about this... Oh well :)

Annie's POV

Just as soon as his lips had pressed against mine, they were gone. My eyes bulged out of their sockets. He took a step back looking just as shocked.

He cleared his throat and looked at the ground blushing furiously. “I, uh, s-sorry.”

My mind had still not registered what had just happened. Harry just... kissed me? It was then that I also realized Liam’s presence a few feet away. I turned to face him, my face with a dazed expression. He stood staring at us, mouth hanging open. “What... Harry? What’s going on?”

Harry stared at him plainly and with a hoarse voice said, “I kissed her.”

“Yeah, I saw that! What do you think you’re doing? You can’t do that!”

“I, I know, Li, I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologize to me! What about her? What if Niall saw?”

They continued to argue as if I wasn’t even right there in front of them.

My mind had gone into shock. I stood there frozen, my legs felt numb. The next words Liam said startled me, as if he knew exactly what thoughts were rushing through my mind that very moment. “She’s probably confused right now as it is, and it’s bad enough that she’s just broken up with Niall, now this? Harry, you can’t add more conflicting feelings to all this. She's heartbroken, can't you see that?” He gestured toward me, giving me a knowing look. Even with a worried expression on my face, I managed to smile gratefully.

“Just come on, we’re leaving,” huffed Liam. He turned and stormed back to the rest of the group.

“Annie, I-” Harry started, but I quickly walked away, not letting him finish. When I returned to the others, they were all piling back into the large car. I looked around, noticing that someone was missing.

“Zayn, where’s, um-”

"Her friend picked her up," Zayn cut in. “A bunch of her friends showed up out of nowhere and started freaking out so Niall yelled at ’em and told her off.” 

“Huh...” I found it so strange that he had invited her here in the first place. How did he even know this Shannon girl?

“Harry, come on!” shouted Louis. Harry sauntered over to Louis, who sat in the passenger seat with the window down. He mumbled quietly to him saying, “I’m going with Niall. I have to talk him about, um, something.” I don't think he meant for anyone else to hear, but I did. He needed to talk about "something?" He went over and hopped into the passenger’s seat of Niall’s sleek red car with a troubled expression.

As we made our way onto the curving California road, I sat quietly, letting my thoughts wander, trying to think of anything but that kiss. It dawned on me that this whole night was like a twisted version of the "What Makes You Beautiful" music video. I let my mind drift with that idea. I soon found myself wondering what Harry and Niall were talking about in the car behind us. I picked up something from the floor that was brushing against my leg and balled it up to lean against the cold glass window, propping my head against the soft, bulky item. I smelled a familiar scent as my face rested against it, which I immediately recognized as the sweatshirt Niall gave me. I suddenly recalled how I had grabbed a sweatshirt from my room before leaving this morning in case it got cold tonight, not really caring which one it was. Apparently I had grabbed my fuzzy Ireland sweatshirt. A gift from Niall. What does that mean? Coincidence? Probably. Maybe. Why do I care, anyway? It's not like it should mean anything to me now. Or that he should. I continued to try to lie to myself that nothing with Niall even mattered anymore. Everyone else was causing quite a commotion, snapping me out of my thoughts. Liam had begun to stress out due to the loud shouting and laughing coming from the others, who were raising their voices above the blasting radio.

"Shutup, Louis, I'm driving! I have to concentrate!" He yelled in frustration. We rounded the next dark corner. The next thing I knew, Liam was blinded by a pair of headlights. He swerved, the other vehicle slamming on the breaks; but not soon enough. The camper t-boned us on the driver’s side. I screamed as I felt the impact of metal against my skull. The only thought in my mind was, “I’m going to die, and I never got a chance to tell Niall how much I love him again. I’m going to die.”

I moved my head with slight difficulty to find scrapes and gashes all up my left arm. I thought vaguely, “I can get stitches. It’s just a scratch.” I sensed someone open my door. The headlights of the other car momentarily blinded me. My eyes adjusted and I saw Zayn looking me over. He started to freak out. His chocolate brown eyes were wide and filled with terror. "Can you hear me, Annie? Can you speak?" His normally calm voice was shaky and uneven when he spoke. It seemed to almost be dripping with fear.

"Yeah," I said in a hoarse voice.

He nodded. “Don’t move!” After that he hurried away.

Claire was with Liam, who was leaning on her for support. His leg appeared to be hurt and his face was swollen. He was crying hysterically. "This is all my fault! What if she dies?!" I saw Louis on the phone a few feet away pacing with a frantic expression on his face. He was speaking quickly and I couldn’t follow what he was saying, but I assumed he was calling 911. The driver of the camper, a tall middle aged man with black hair, was nearby examining the damage. A short woman with blonde hair, who I guessed to be his wife, was zipping from person to person asking them questions. "She seems nice," I thought. Soon an ambulance arrived. I couldn't move my head much, but I saw Harry and Niall jump out of their car. I felt myself being lifted onto a stretcher, and carried past Niall who was being held back by a medic. I looked into the teary blue eyes of the small Irish boy. He was choking on his sobs, yelling, "No... No... no, no, no! ANNIE! NO! Please, Annie!" I laid my eyes upon the boys as I got lifted into the ambulance. I saw Harry still standing by Niall’s car. A stunned look was frozen on his face. We made eye contact for a split second. He was too far away for me to hear what he said, but I could tell what it was just by seeing his lips mouth the two painfully familiar words; I'm sorry.

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