It's Time For Second Chances (A One Direction Fan-fic)

Im Not Ready To Let Go Chapter 2.

I just want to say thanks to Jessica for the positive feedback on my first chapter! <3 Yea...ok.here's Chapter two.

Liam's P.O.V

I watched Niall leave the room, shutting the door behind him. You could see the sorrow in his eyes, the sadness eating him apart. His eyes red and puffy from crying so much. I'm assuming mine don't look any better. As I walked into the room letting the door shut behind me, I could see her limp body just lying there on the bed. You know when people say 'they look so peaceful' when someone dies or is on the midst of dying. Well, she doesn't look peaceful. She looks in pain, her face all banged up, scratches and scrapes that would never get the chance to scar. Her head all wrapped up in gauze, the sling holding up her broken arm. This is it, this is the end of us. No more laughing at pointless things, no more 'inside' jokes. Those are all just memories now. Memories that will only have meaning to me, once she's gone. I smiled at the nurse who was hooking up another IV for a blood transfusion. God if I didn't call her to make sure she knew where she was going, she would have been watching the road more and then would have been able to drive out of the trucks way. This is all my fault. I'll never see her smile again and it's all my fault. I did this.

"Brianna, please. Wake up. No ones telling us anything. All I know is you probably won't make it. Making this one of our last moments. I don't wan't to remember you like this. It's sad. I'm trying so hard, trying hard not to lose faith but I.... I just can't do it anymore" I broke. I just couldn't stop myself, not that I wanted to. Crying's healthy. To an extent. But this, it's to much to handle. I have to get out of here. Seeing Bree like this it just... I want things to be like they used to be. Normal, with not a care in the world. Except, the singing part. "You know, everyone says that talking may trigger you to come back, so I guess i'll talk to you, i'd do anything just to hear your voice again.." I smiled at a distant memory. Right now it's the best i've got. "I don't know if you remember, but. That night, a few weeks ago when Niall, Louis and I tried to make home made pizza and ended up having a food fight, when you walked in on us.. haha we thought you were going to KILL us" I laughed, emphasizing ' KILL' "but you surprised us,you picked up some cheese and whipped it directly at Louis' face." I gulped realizing i had never admitted this to anyone, but knowing this would be my only chance. "It's when I realized I loved you.." I know that sounds weird, 'oh yea, I love you because you threw cheese' but it's true. I had liked her, and I mean like like, since almost the first few times I got to see her. At first we didn't really get along, but it was fun to get on each others nerves. It was a game. And I liked it.  Later that same year we started dating. That was right, a bit ago, more than a year and a half now. I hadn't told anyone how I felt, not even Brianna. But I guess it doesn't matter now. I can't stand to see her like this anymore. Just lying there,waiting for death. I want to remember her being happy. "I love you Bree, I'll com back tomorrow,or later tonight. Just hold tight" I leaned over her fragile body and kissed her both of her cheeks, then her for head and hesitantly brushed my lips over hers. I can't kiss my unconscious girlfriend. That's just wrong. On so many levels. I sighed, thanked the nurse for everything and headed out of the room into the hallway. I hate the smell of a hospital. It smells like disinfectant and old people.  

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Zayn's P.O.V

I had to get out of there, it's like hell just waiting for the news you don't want to hear. My best mates sister, is going to die. There's no way around it. That's whats happening and it's what we have to deal with. It's still hard to believe though. Three days ago we were all laughing and playing games, singing and having a great time. All that can change in twenty minutes.  All that did, change in twenty minutes. I just can't stop thinking about it. I put my hand in my pocket and pulled out a cigarette. This'll calm me down a bit. It usually does. I put the cig in my mouth and cupped my one hand over the end while i lit it. Inhaling the dark, sensation into my mouth letting it burn my throat before i exhaled and watched the smoke exit my mouth.  Brianna doesn't deserve this. If there is a god up there he's stupid for doing this to Brianna. SHE WAS HAPPY! AND STILL WOULD BE! "She was FUCKING HAPPY!" I screamed. As loud as I could. I don't care who hears me. No one deserves this. I need a fucking drink. Now.

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Louis P.O.V

Liam is supposed to be the sensible one. I don't know how to properly comfort Niall! I'm trying and i think I'm just making things worse. Not saying thing's could get better.. but I feel like we've hit rock bottom and there's only up from here, so that's good right? Wrong. Niall will probably go into a depression of some sorts. As for Liam? He thinks he caused the fucking thing. It wasn't his fault. It was the truck drivers. He cheated the stop light, and now he's paying for it as well. They announced his death about 6 hours ago. The doctors tell us that Brianna isn't in a coma she's just suffering from extremely bad trauma. But what's the fucking difference doc? She's not awake and she's not with us. If she wakes up, or comes to her senses or what ever. She'll never be the same. It's like that movie, where the chick is all messed up, i think it has Kate Hudson? Not sure. Regardless, she'll be different. But I hope that's not the case. I hope I wake up and realize this is all just a a nightmare. But that wouldn't happen, just because it's me. This is reality and this is what's going on. Right now, right here. Niall came back a while ago, still crying but he looked a bit better. I think he's still holding on hope. In a way we all are, but we all know the reality of the situation. Liam came back shortly after Niall did, probably couldn't stand to see her like that. I know i should probably go see her, I just can't bring myself to get up and actually go see her. I don't want that to be my last memory of her. I wish I was Zayn right now. He buggered off, lucky bastard. I hate hospitals. I hate doctors. They always lie and never give you the exact thing because they don't want to "make it harder than it is" but honestly. Just tell me if i'm never going to see her again. PLEASE AND THANKS. I don't want to wait for the end when it's already here. I just..I just.. I don't know anymore. I need... To lighten the mood. Not going to try though, not in the mood. I don't think anyone is in the mood for some stand up. But, really. Can you blame 'em? No. They have a reason. I just feel like i need to be the positive one right now, if Liam can't be. I'll be. Someone has to try to keep us together, and i guess it has to be me. And i'm okay with it, really. I am.

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A/N Yea I think this is going to be short... :s