Live While We're Young

Chapter 2

I stand there, awestruck. Then remember there are girls ready to attack me to get One Direction's phone numbers. 

"Run!" I scream as Lucy and I start running. 

We run for a while, stopping at the beach once we rach it. I grasp my throat, starting to freak out. 

"What is wrong Cole?!" Lucy asks. 

I drive my hand into my pocket and take three puffs of my inhaler. I look over at Lucy, still unable to breath. 

"Please help my friend can't breathe!" Lucy screams into the phone that she must've taken out in a matter of seconds. 

"We're at Caddy Beach, the east end. Please help what do I do?!" she continues into the phone. 

Then I see her run to a vending machine and buy a Coca-Cola. She sprints back and opens it, handing it to me. I don't question in any way and just drink. I start relaxing, and am slowly able to breathe a little better. Then I accidentally drop the soda and it spills in the sand. 

"What's going on?" I hear a familiar voice say. Harry Styles! 

"She can't breathe, she's having a really bad asthma attack!" Lucy screams. I lay back in the sand, trying to stay calm. I'm sure my face is as red as a tomato, considering I can barely breathe. 

Harry looks at the spilled Coca-Cola can, then to me. He also sprints to the vending machine and buys another. I grasp it and he picks me up, carrying me bridal style to his car. 

"I'll be back with her, she needs to get to the hospital!" Harry screams to Lucy. 

She waves in recognition of what Harry said. Harry buckles me in the passenger seat and immediately races to the driver seat. He starts driving without buckling. 

"I'll get you to the hospital love, just please keep drinking the Coca-Cola. The carbonation will help loosen your throat and all." 

I nod and drink more of the soda. 

I lay my head back. What is happening? Harry Styles is driving me to the hospital. I'm having a bad asthma attack. I am going to hang out with Louis and Harry later (I hope). I open my eyes and suddenly Harry is carrying me into a hospital room. Did a fall asleep? I close my eyes again, dreading what the doctors will decide to do with me.