One Direction Imagines

You get in a car accident

With every breath came this pain; this undeniably wretched pain, a burning of sorts, searing through his body. He can't move. He can't see. He can't hear.

All he can do is lay there, as his lungs fill with air, forced into his body by a medic who's screaming at another. All he can do is taste the blood in his mouth, from where he hit his mouth on the dashboard, after braking so suddenly, and stay still and think. About you.

Usually you could calm him down; your voice, the soft hand in his, the scent of your hair.

But not now.

Not when he knew that you weren't okay, when he knew that you'd already been rushed out of the wreck with fractured limbs and broken ribs. Even though you tried to calm him down, tried to reach over to brush the hair from his face despite the medics trying to keep you from moving, tried to croak out that it was okay, that you were okay. He knew you weren't. And how could he be calm, when all he could think about was how much he was worried about you?

.

Niall:

You can't feel anything from your waist down. That scares you. A lot. You can't look down to see what's happened either, Niall's not letting you.

"Babe," he murmurs, unable to move terribly much from the position he was in, trapped between metal, but he manages to free his arm. He tilts your chin up with shaky fingers, but his voice is gentle despite his own fear, oddly calm, "Just look at me, not anywhere else, just me."

He's trying to keep you calm. He's always trying to keep you calm. But it hurts. It hurts so much, and you worry that maybe this time his gentle words and soft touch won't work. What if-

"Y/N," he interrupts your thoughts, "Just breathe. You're okay, baby. Calm down, alright?" But his eyelids are drooping, his voice slowing, just above a whisper now, unable to speak, to open his eyes to look at yours. But still, despite this, he tries his best to keep you calm.

"Did I tell you about what Liam did the other day?" he asks, trying to distract you from the sharp pain, the heat, his voice getting quiet, "Him and Zayn decided... to... take-" and then he stops, and there's silence, and he's not moving or talking, and his arm drops from where it had been gently holding your cheek, and all his efforts diminish as you scream; afraid, not only for yourself now, but for him.

Sorry it was only Louis and Niall!💠