Little Mixed Directions

Chapter Twenty- Two: Fighter

{Louis' POV}

I look a my feet as the elevator rises back up to the floor Emergency is on. At the moment my whole world is in a blur. When Harry was in the car accident last year, it wasn't that bad. But Zayn is in a f**king coma. 

Harry hasn't told us what happened yet, he has barely said anything. He's blaming himself entirely for this and until he tells us what happened, we won't know what went on to get Zayn into this state. 

The elevator jolts to a stop and Niall, Liam, Harry and I walk out. We head down the white walled hallway that has grey lino floors and posters all over the walls, plus a spectacular view of Sydney from the windows, but I don't feel like enjoying that view at the moment. 

We walk into the waiting room and the guy from before is still here. I see Perrie sitting there, looking down and holding Ellie on her lap. 

"P- Pep." I managed to get out. She looks up and it's pretty damn obvious she's a wreck. I run over and pull her up into a hug. Liam removes the baby from in between us and I allow Perrie to cry into my chest. I hold her tightly, trying to think about what she must be feeling, but I can't.

We hear voices behind us and pull away. I turn around and the other three Little Mix girls, Eleanor, Ella, Asha and Paul are there.

"And?" Eleanor asks. We shrug, unsure as to whats going on? My phone rings so I swap places with Liam and he looks after Perrie whilst I go to answer the call.

Waliyha Malik :)

I press answer and hold the phone to my ear. News must get around quickly hey.

{Waliyha's POV}

"Saff, why have you got that crap on?" I ask my seventeen- year- old sister as I walk into the lounge room of our home. She's got Celebrity News on. It's a stupid channel in my opinion, unless there's something funny of course!

"Just in case there's something on One Direction and Little Mix," she replies, tapping away at her phone, not even watching the television. As I sit down on the couch and go to change the One Direction logo flashes on.

"Here you go Saffa." I laugh and she looks up. I go put some yogurt into my mouth but freeze when I see a completely crashed car and Harry standing outside it.

"One Direction star Harry Styles has been in a car crash in Sydney, along with band member Zayn Malik," the television says. WHERE THE HECK IS MY BROTHER? I panic as I look at the screen, none of the photos show Zayn.

"The pair got t- boned by an on coming ute when crossing the road. It is unsure whose fault it is at the time being but it has been confirmed Styles came out un- ingured, but his band member wasn't as lucky." It continues.

What's wrong with Zayn? 

A picture flashes up of an ambulance and paramedics pushing a bed into the ambulance. ZAYN!

"No!" Safaa yells. My eyes fill with tears and I turn the television off. I pick up my phone and manage to find Louis' contact. I call him and after a few rings he picks up.

"Hi Waliyha." He answers. He sounds upset, really upset.

"Please tell me this is a joke Lou, please tell me my brother is okay." I cry into the phone. He goes to speak but nothing comes out. 

"He's not Waliyha. He's in a coma," Louis says. I can hear the pain in his voice, only because I'm experiencing the pain too. "Please, get here soon." He says barley audiable before hanging up.

I turn off my phone, grab Safaa and then run to our rooms, packing as many things into our duffle bags as possible. I pack one for Mum and Dad and then we drive as quick as we can to Dad's work, collecting him and then driving to Mum's.