One Direction Preferences

Car Wreck

(T)

Liam:
He got the call during a show that you were supposed to attend. For some reason he wasn't worried; he only figured you were caught in traffic and he could get to see you soon enough. When they got off the stage for the short intermission, he checked his phone, seeing seven missed calls from your cell phone and five from a number he wasn't sure of as well as a few voicemails. Liam had to step to the side to get as quiet of a moment as he could, making the other boys look concerned. His hands were shaking when he listened, "Hey Li, you alright?" Zayn asked him, noticing the shaky look now in his face. "I-I have to go." He stuttered, shoving his phone back in his pocket. "What do you mean, you have to go? Where? What's going on?" "Y/N." He muttered, on the bridge of tears, "She was in a car accident." The boys' faces went wide with fear, nothing like the fear in Liam's eyes, however. He hated having to leave the show right in the middle, but you were the most important thing to him and right now all that mattered.

Zayn:
"Y/N you should get down here now." Louis' voice was stern through the phone. "Down where?" You asked, curiously. "The hospital." You stopped all movement (the typical walking back and forth while talking on the phone), "Why? Is Zayn.." The thoughts running through your mind were ones you never imagined actually happening. "They just rushed him into surgery." "Louis oh my god I'm on my way." You were a frantic mess, hands and lips quivering on the brink of sobbing. You knew you had to suck it in for the time being, otherwise you'd be the one in the car accident next. When you arrived at the hospital's emergency room, you were greeted by a shaken Louis with no sign of any of the other boys, nor Zayn. "Lou!" You ran up to him, giving him a big hug, "What happened?" "We were on our way back to the hotel when we were hit on the passenger side of the car by some drunk." "But where's Zayn, is he alright?" "I heard them muttering something about his shoulder, then they took him back on the stretcher. That's all I know, they won't tell me anything." "They might not tell you, but they haven't seen me yet."

Louis:
"I had the right away, you were the one not paying attention!" You yelled pass the paramedic standing in front of you, nursing your head wound. You did feel like you were that injured, but jamming your head against a steering wheel wasn't exactly ideal, either. The guy who had ran the red light stared back at you, taking everything he had to not yell right back at you. "Alright, you're all set. Just go get insurance information over with the police." The medic directed you, pointed in the direction of the culprit who was standing with the police. "Thanks." You stood, but too fast, sending yourself stumbling backwards, needing to hold onto his arm for stability. "Take it easy, yeah?" You nodded and made your way over to the police. "Just give me your information and I'll have my insurance deal with you. I don't really wanna ever think about this again." "I actually am sorry. I wasn't paying attention." "Damn right you weren't paying attention! I have to miss 3 days of work because of you." Your frustration was dominant in your speech as the other driver stood their awkwardly staring at you. "Here." He handed you a paper listing everything you needed to give to your insurance. "I really am sorry." He told you once more, making you scoff at him. "Well, Louis, let's just hope I don't feel like pressing any charges."

Niall:
It had all happened so suddenly. One second you were laughing with Niall in the driver's seat beside you and the next, you were lying upside down, staring blankly at the road that was shattered through the windshield. Your coughs hurt as you tried to get any word out, almost feeling impossible to do so. "Niall..." You groaned, your neck aching when you turned your head to look at him, letting out muttered ow's. "Ni" Your voice got louder each time you said it, "Niall, wake up!" You brought your hand to his shoulder, shoving him lightly, but in return, you got nothing. You began crying, your sobs louder than the sound of the broken glass falling around you. "Help!" You sobbed, pulling at the seatbelt around your body. "Somebody! Anyone! Please help!" Only seconds later were people gathered around the scene, you could hear the shock in their voices. You couldn't help but feel a sudden wave of exhaustion though, like that little movement you had just did was a 5k run. You could feel your eyes closing slowly and you hoped that when you woke, this would all have been a bad dream.

Harry:
You would have never expected something like this to happen to you. Yet, here you say in the waiting room of the hospital, waiting for the doctor to emerge from the room, telling you everything was alright. Harry sat comforting you with an arm around your shoulder while the other held your hand tight. It was a lazy day at home when you had gotten the call that your parents had been in an accident, one of the most unexpected phone calls there could ever be. No one would tell you how bad the accident was, or what kind of damage it had done to the people inside, all they said was it was patient confidential. A load of confidential bullshit. "Excuse me, Ms. Y/L/N?" The doctor surprised you and it had to take some extra convincing that you weren't just imagining it. "Y/N." Harry squeezed your hand and your gaze shot up at the doctor. "Yes? How are my parents?" "They're still in recovery, not yet awake." "But what happened to them?" "There was an animal on the road and your father swerved to not hit it, with the turbulence so high, he ended up flipping the car." You sat, wide-eyed, staring at the doctor. "But will they be okay?" You quickly asked, getting antsy. "We'll have to keep them here for a little while, run some extra tests and just make sure they have a full recovery. I'll let you know more in a little."