Forgetting That You Weren't My Mission

Chapter 9

**Zayn's POV**

And then it happened.

I took my eyes off the road for a second and the car had collided with another. The huge noise didn't warn us in time and we were both jolted backwards. My neck twisted to the left and I hit my head hard on the dashboard. My eyes were fixed on Niall. I didn't see what happened to him but his once adorable blonde hair was drenched in blood and his face was covered with deep cuts. Somehow, our hands never let go.

"Niall. Niall wake up!" I attempted to shout but my voice was crackly. I let go of his hand and unclipped my seat belt. "Niall come on baby. Please open your eyes." I reached over for his seat belt but it had jammed in the socket. He was stuck firmly in the seat and bleeding to death.

I had to get help but I could barely even move my legs. I held Niall's hand in mine and whispered, "It's gonna be okay baby. We're gonna get out of here." The windows on my side had a huge crack through it so I hit my elbow hard against it a couple of times until it smashed. I coughed to clear my throat and looked back at Niall before shouting.

"Help! Somebody help! Hey! Help please!" The car that we crashed into had barely even been scratched. I continued shouting and eventually I gave up. My vision was becoming blurry and I was running out of breath. My hand gripped tighter onto Niall's until I blacked out.

**2 weeks later**

I don't know how many hours or days had passed until I eventually woke up. My family and my only friend, Liam, was surrounding me. As soon as my eyes opened, my mum launched onto me and covered my face in light and soft kisses.

"My baby," she wept into my hair. I looked around my room and saw that everyone had tear tracks on their faces.

"Wh...where's Ni.." I stuttered out. My voice hurt to talk and it was scratchy.

Then, a nurse at the other end of my room came over to me and explained that Niall was in a coma just like I was, but he had still not woken yet. I asked her if he had any damage to him and she simply said she was unable to tell me.

After many hours of cuddles and kisses and talks, my family and Liam left the room to get a good nights sleep at a hotel. As soon as it was just me and the nurse in my room, I asked her if she could take me to go see Niall.

I begged and begged her until she finally said yes. She took me up in a wheelchair and there he was.

Niall laid pale and lifeless in the bed. Harry was at his side with another man. I wondered where his family was and why they weren't here.

"What are you doing here? Get out!" Harry's rude voice interrupted my thoughts. He was shouting at me whilst Niall was in a coma.

Before I could argue back with him, a weak and fragile voice cut in. "W-where a-am I?" Niall stuttered.

I immediately looked over to him and saw him struggling to open his eyes fully. Harry cradled him in his arms and whispered soothing words in his ear.

The man in the room came over to me and introduced himself as Louis, Niall's best friend.

"Louis, who are these people," Niall said in a distress voice.

Me and Harry both looked at him in disbelief and shock.

He didn't know who we were.