A/N: Jordann's POV is her life flashing before her eyes. And ALSOOOO This chapter is dedicated to someone very important. Marlee, this ones for you babe. C: You're not a bitch.
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* Jordann's POV*
I keep running around the field, as fast as my 8 year old body could carry me at try outs. It was my first time ever playing soccer, and who would know I would be an all star?
I look out the window of the bus as we arrive at our first campionship as 6th graders. We beat those people so bad.
About 15 we made it all the way to the campoinship, and Im th only girl on the team.
Marlee, Kendal, and I were all lounging in the dorm of our college when I saw it. Harry Styles, One Direction on the cover. Could that be? My brother? It has to be... He has the same eyes.. Thats my Haz.
*Louis's POV*
WHERE THE HELL IS THE AMBULANCE?!? Its been at least 10 minutes. My jacket is completly soaked in blood. 5 more minutes pass and the ambulance shows up, and takes my beautiful away from me. I get in her car and drive as fast as I can, breaking every law possible. I keep praying she'll make it. She has to. I need her. I love her. I love her? Yeah, I love her. I run into the building as fast as possible and see her on a strecher, being taken into the OR. I try to run to her but the nurse makes me sit in a private waiting room. Theres 8 chairs in here and a coffee table, Im counting the seconds, know each one could be Jordann's last. I feel the familar vibrations coming from my pocket and pull my phone out. Its Harry. I pick it up.
"Harry! I-"
Im cut of by his deep accent.
"All of us are over at Kendal's, where are you two? And don't tell me if it involves 'Celebrating'."
I could almost feel him smirking, but nows no time for games.
"Harry, Jordann got hit by a car. She hit her head and was bleeding everywhere and I love her."
The phone drops and the line goes dead. I put my head in my hands and no more than 5 minutes go by before the group of 6 is in the door way, Marlee and Kendal pouring tears. The whole hour passes by with no word before a doctor covering my blood steps in.
"Are you guys with Jordann?"
He asks cautiously.
We all nod our head furiously except for Kendal whos still bawling, he sits in the empty chair.
"We had to basically clean out her skull, she doesnt have any permanent brain damage. But she had a lot of beeling in her skull, and we had to shave a quarter of the bottom section her hair to get to it. Her right ankle is absolulty shattered, along with all her right ribs."
He leads us to her room, worldlessly.
"One at a time, please."
We all look around and Kendal goes in first. She's not in for 5 seconds before she comes out.
"Oh-oh my God.. I cant.."
Tears prick at her eyes and Marlee motions me to go in next, knowing she wont be able to take it. I open the door and look to my left. Tears instantly flood my eyes and I get weak at the knees. There she is, soccer shorts still on, and her waist is bare. Showing a very fit and toned girl, with almost visible abs. She has no shirt on, her chest is bonded with bandages and her right ankle is in a pink plaster. Her ribs are bruised a deep purple and blue. I finally make my way to her eyes and they're all the way open, her green orbs burning into mine.
"Do I look that bad?"
She asks with question.
"No, no."
I sit next to her and gently take her hand.
"You are still beautiful, but theres a few things I need to get off my chest. So, Im going to say some things. Please dont interupt me."
She nod four times and I begin, squeezing her hand as I go.
"Okay, so... I know we've only know each other for about two weeks, but I feel like I've spent all the worlds time with you. And how we met was a freak coisidense, but it was supose to happen. I want to be there for you, through this. I love you, will you been mine?"
"No."
She answers.
My heart stops in my chest. NO? No...? Ouch. That hurt.
"N-n-no?"
I stutter back and a smile grows on her face.
"Kidding, kidding, Lou of course I'll be yours. I love you too."
She whispers with a smirk, and my heart rate regulates. Thats when the worry grows in her eyes.
"Hand me that paper."
She orders, yet kindly and points to a paper on the table. I grab it and hand it to her. Her face turns oure white and her beautiful eyes loose their sparkle.
"It says no more football. That I wont be able to move properly... I cant stop! ITS MY LIFE."
She says the last part through clenched teeth.
