Harry Styles Imagines

Car Accident (Extremely Sad)

Warning: extremely sad. Tear provoking.

The boys were in the waiting room waiting for news on their beloved band mate.

Niall sat with the same expression he wore when he first heard about the crash: fear

Liam sat with his head in his hands sobbing to himself, refusing anyone's comfort.

Zayn and Perrie sat together holding hands harder than they'd ever held before.

Harry was pacing the room. He couldn't even consider trying to sit still, not when he'd possibly killed his best friend. The nights events were on a continuos replay in his head.

Eleanor was sobbing into your shoulder, and you were rubbing her back, whispering that it would be ok.

You knew what Harry was thinking about while he paced back and forth. He was thinking that this was all his fault. He was driving the car. He did this to Louis. Except none of this was his fault, not a single fragment of this disaster was his fault.

Where was Louis in this mess? Fighting for his life in OR 3.

He was suffering from a broken neck, this they knew for sure.

"I'll be right back." You whisper to Eleanor.

You walked to Harry as fast as you could, and hugged him immediately.

"This is all my fault." He mumbles through his sobs.

In the three years you'd been dating Harry, this was the first time you'd ever seen him cry.

You squeeze him hard, and he sobs into your shoulder.

"No it's not baby. You can't blame yourself. This was an accident."

"I was driving. I-I-I did this to him." He managed to say through his tears.

You hold each other in the middle of the waiting room, crying and comforting one another.

A doctor in blue scrubs comes into the room. Everyone in the room stands up to hear what the doctor has to say.

She's pretty. Too pretty to be smart. She's the type of girl Niall would be into, but that's the last thing on either of their minds.

"Louis' internal bleeding was much more extensive than we'd originally believed,"

She stopped speaking to undo her scrub cap.

"His spleen was ruptured, and his head trauma caused his brain to swell so much he began to code. We preformed manual CPR, and we used the defibrillators, but we were unable to restart his heart. "

Eleanor's screams fill the waiting room. She knows his outcome before any of us can put the pieces together.

"We did everything we could, but we couldn't save him." The doctor's voice was tear filled, quiet, and scared.

Niall doesn't cry. He doesn't scream. He just sits down in a chair, a horrified look on his face.

Zayn begins praying-praying to the God he's questioning.

Harry falls to his knees and puts his hands on his head. He's having trouble breathing, and looks like he's going to be sick.

And Louis? Louis is at peace.