The Forced Arrangement [Harry Styles]

8: Dream

Chapter 8:

Ashley POV:

"Why do you even care?" I asked him quietly.

His grip loosened and tilted his head sideways.

He mumbled something and I furrowed my eyebrows together, confused.

He gulped and blinked a couple of times then his eyes locked with mine. He looked either confused or shocked ... or probably both? I don't know, I'm not a mind reader.

"Let go," I ordered quietly and surprisingly enough, he let go.

I shuddered and moved slightly backwards, I felt goosebumps rising on my arm when I looked at him.

He was paper white and the emerald in his eyes shrinked and only a thin outline of the colour was still visible. He was shaking like he had just encountered an electricity shock.

"Harry?" I asked him slowly.

His eyes met mine again but his eyes rolled back and collapsed backwards.

"HARRY!" I screamed and kneeled next to him and started shaking him furiously but he didn't even flinch. "Oh God, oh God!"

I stood up and looked around to try and find my cell phone or the telephone but I noticed that I was crying and the tears where blocking me from seeing properly. I looked back at Harry and noticed the rectangular shape of his cell phone in his jeans pocket. 

I fell to my knees and tried to get the cell phone out and when I did I fumbled with the unlock key and dialed the first number that came to my mind. And that wasn't the ambulance.

Louis POV:

"Elly Belly," I whispered and locked my lips with Eleanor's.

She giggled and I smirked. 

I felt my cell phone vibrating and I groaned.

"Pick it up, it could be important," Eleanor said and I bit my lip.

I took my cell phone out and read the ID caller.

'Hey Ash,' I replied casually.

'Louis!?' she asked quickly.

I straightened my back and my eyes widened. From the sound of her voice, it wasn't going to be a good call.

'What happened?' I asked her quickly.

'Harry's unconscious and he isn't even moving!' she said and sniffed. 'Louis, just come over please! I don't know what to do!'

'Did you call an ambulance? Or maybe the hospital!?' I asked her quickly and stood up and gathered my car and house keys and Eleanor looked at me with her eyes wide and she stood up herself.

"What's going on?" she mouthed and pulled on her jacket.

"Harry," I mouthed back and opened the front door open, let Eleanor go out first and closed it shut behind me and locked it.

'No Lou, I don't want paparazzi shit,' she said and on the paparazzi thing I agreed with her but what if he had a concussion?

'Okay, El and I are on our way, put a cold cloth on his forehead and don't let his face face downwards!' I said and ended the call.

"What's wrong with Harry?" Eleanor asked me, as soon as I ended the call.

"Apparently fainted," I said and hit the gas pedal and the car hit the smooth road swiftly as it sped towards Ashley's flat.

"I hate fast driving," Eleanor complained and I chuckled.

"Sorry," I said and tried to lessen the amount of strength I was driving.