The Life of a Teenage Dirtbag

She's awake

Jordan's POV

I sat in the dark room waiting for something to happen. Anything but darkness.

I was beginning to wonder if this is how it's gonna be from now on.

I got up and started walking. I sped up when I heard walking behind me.

The footsteps got closer. And closer. And closer until I started running. I ran as fast as I could until I collided into something. I fell back.

The next thing I knew, I was awake but I couldn't open my eyes. I heard someone talking and mess with my hair.

"Never could keep that hair out of your face could you?" the voice said. "It's ok love. Neither can I."

LOUIS! I heard sniffing and footsteps walking away.

I tried to open my eyes but nothing happened. Again and again I tried until they finally opened the slightest bit but enough for me to see where I was.

Am I in a coffin?!

"Louis?" I managed to get out barely even audible but that took all the strength I had.

He turned around and his face turned white as if he saw a ghost.

"J-Jordan?" He said, running back up to my casket. I tried to lift my hand up for him to grab it but I didn't have enough strength.

He smiled but looked shocked and stressed out. His face was puffy like he was crying.

"D-don't c-cry." I said getting weaker with every word. He nodded with tears in his eyes and kissed my forehead.

I heard footsteps getting closer and I saw Harry Zayn and Liam crowd around him. They looked at me in disbelief.

"J-Jordan?" Liam said. I slowly nodded and found myself with not enough energy or strength to keep my eyes open.

"Jordan?!" Louis said alarmed.

I tried to move something to let them know I'm still here but I couldn't.

"I-I'm h-here." I said, loosing more energy. They all sighed in relief and someone grabbed my hand.

"She's freezing. Call an ambulance." I heard Harry say. I heard more footsteps then everything was silent.

Am I asleep?

Did I die again?

I heard a familiar voice say my name is a panicked tone. It wasn't Louis. Or Harry. Or Liam. It wasn't even Zayn.

It was that Irish accent that I used to love so much.

You still love it.

Shut up no one asked you.

You did.

I did not now hush.

Anyway, it was Niall if you can't tell. I felt someone grab my other hand and kiss the top of it.

"You're gonna be alright." I heard Niall say. I tried to pull my hand away from him but I couldn't.

I sat there not moving, hoping to gain enough energy to at least open my eyes.

Finally I opened them and everyone was looking at me. I heard an ambulance outside and everyone moved out of the way. My eyes shut again as I was lifted and set on what felt like a gurney.

I felt myself being rolled away as I was rolled into the back of the ambulance. I heard someone talking but I didn't care to listen.

I felt someone grab my hand as someone else grabbed my other. The doctors did something to me before I gained a little energy and opened my eyes up once again.

I saw Louis sitting to my left and Niall sitting to my right.

"L-let. Go." I said, looking at Niall. He let go of my hand and looked down. Again those few words took all my energy.

"How you doing?" Louis asked me.

"B-been b-better." I said. He nodded and squeezed my hand in reassurance.

"The rest of the guys are coming behind us." He said. I nodded, although I was barely able to move my head.

"Don't waste your energy love." Niall said, barely above a whisper.

"D-don't call me t-that!" I yelled, loosing more energy.

"Jordan..." He said. My blood was boiling how mad I was.

"N-no! Don't c-call me t-that. Y-you d-did this to y-yourself!" I yelled.

"Don't get too worked up." Louis said.

I turned my head away from Niall and closed my eyes, feeling weak and tired.

The ambulance stopped and I was wheeled out and rushed into a room where I was hooked up to an oxygen tank.

Doctors sent Louis and Niall out of the room as they started running tests.

Louis' POV

Niall and I sat in the waiting room as Harry Liam and Zayn walked up.

"How's she doing?" Liam asked. I leaded them away from Niall because he looked as if he was about to burst into tears.

"They said she's not doing well. They have no idea how she came back to life or if she was ever really dead but they don't think she will ever fully recover if she does live." I explained. They looked down.

"Can we see her?" Zayn asked.

"Not yet. The doctors sent us out."

"I just don't get it! She's usually a very good driver and she's very protective of her truck. It's like her child." Harry said.

"It's all my fault...." I heard Niall whisper.

I turned to him. "What?"

"It's my fault! I chose Becca over her and when she left, she was mad, and she wasn't paying attention to the road and she got hit." He said, louder.

I balled my fists and clenched my jaw. I could feel my blood boiling as I tried so hard not to attack him.

"You. Caused. This?" I said in a voice that even scared myself.

He cowered back looking scared as i stepped toward him.

"You piece of shit! You deserve to live with the guilt that you killed her! You caused her the pain she's going through right now!" I said. He looked down.

"Louis calm down. He feels just as bad as the rest of us and you just need someone to blame. We don't even know if that's what caused it!" Zayn yelled.

I glared at him and he cowered back. A doctor came out and told us to go in. I pushed everyone out of my way and walked in.

Her eyes were closed and she had an oxygen mask on. I walked in and her eyes opened weakly.

I half smiled and she weakly reached out for my hand. I walked over and grabbed her hand.

Everyone else walked in and I kept a cold glare on Niall.

I saw Jordan moving slowly but didn't look down.

"L-Louis?" She asked barely above a whisper and I realized she removed her mask.

"Yes love?" I asked looking down at her.

"D-don't......l-look at h-him.........l-like that." She said, taking breaths between every few words.

I nodded and looked down at her.

"Put your oxygen mask on love." I said, helping her put it on.

I looked up from her and looked back down to see she was sleeping. I kissed her forehead and sat down in a chair, hoping she would get better.