Fighting For Love

Chapter 13

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Harry's POV

What I saw was the worst thing I could ever have thought to see. My heart completely broke when I heard the tv reporters voice announced that it was the young stars car, Louis Tomlinson from one direction. Louis' car, I could recognise his car anywhere. I heard ambulance sirens in the distance and all I could think was "LOUIS.. WHERE'S LOUIS?! IS HE OKAY??" I started to panic and by now tears were streaming down my face, my knees were weak and I was frozen. I fumbled around the kitchen bench, my hands shaking and stumbling while trying to grasp my car keys. I couldn't believe it, Louis, in a car crash. I needed to see it to believe it. I rushed down the stairs in a desperate daze, hoping that it wasn't true, that it was some other person who had been mistaken for Louis. Tears were cascading down my chin like a waterfall, temporarily blinding me as I pulled out of my driveway and sped towards the Starbucks that the news report had been filmed at. I ignored all traffic signals and other cars on the road, I had one objective, I needed to know. As I turned the last corner I saw the crowded street was filled with paparazzi, news reporters and distraught girls. A section of the road had been blocked off, with police trying to keep back the hoards of people who were in the same situation as me, wanting to see if it was true. I soon could drive my car no further, so I parked and ran out onto the street, trying to break through the noisy crowd.

My first glance of the accident was very brief. I saw the wreckage of a once expensive black car strewn out all over the road. A fire crew were trying, with little avail to remove what looked like a body from the wreckage. There was a small seed of hope still in my mind as I began to desperately push through the crowd, not caring about anyone else except for the person trapped in the car. This hope was pushing me on, keeping me moving forward to see the truth.
But as soon as I made it close to the front of the crowd a police officer began to push me back. "What the hell!" I screamed "I'm sorry sir you can't come any closer" he replied sternly. "But!" I began, before something caught my eye. A rather bashed up license plate had been thrown to the side of the scene, only a few meters from where I was now standing.
The license plate read:
I knew those numbers well. I had been there when he chose those numbers to be put on the license plate. I had been in the car that the license plate belonged to, many of times.
This was when I finally realised the truth. The little seed of hope that had previously helped me push on felt like it had been trampled on by a heard of elephants. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, I couldn't hear. I fell to my knees, my hands grasping at nothing. My heart split into a million pieces. Tears flowed down my face, dampening my clothes. I heard strangled, desperate screams around me, which I soon realised were my own. The cruel ashfelt road was scraping at my knees, but the pain was nothing like what I was feeling inside. I just wished that it would swallow me up, or that I would just drown in my own tears. "Sir are you okay?" I heard a voice, as loud as a whisper, say. Then I began to hear more voices "What the hell is that man doing?" "Do you think he's okay" "Oh My God is that Harry Styles?". The voices became louder and louder until they seemed to be a roar surrounding me. I felt lost, looking vacantly at all these faces, my sight blurry from the tears. Then I saw a stretcher being lifted by two paramedics near the wrecked car. There was a figure on the stretcher, mostly concealed by white cloth, but the face wasn't covered. The figure was stained red, with blood dripping from his forehead, but his iconic, side swept, messy brown hair was something that I could recognise anywhere. "LOUIS!" I screeched, jumping up from where I had knelt on the road. I began to rushed forward, the sudden burst surprising the police officer, and pushed through the barriers, heading for the moving stretcher. "Louis! Louis! Wake up Louis!" I yelled, hoping he could hear me. As the stretcher became closer i began grabbing at his hands and cloths, squeezing them tight between my shaky fingers. "I love you Louis! I will always love you! Now come back to me please! I need you". By this time the paramedics had noticed me, a madman trying to clutch their patient on the stretcher. They began yelling things like "Sir remove your hands from the stretcher" and "Sir please stop you are slowing us down." But these requests did not register in my brain, they just became part of the roar that was the world around me. As we neared the ambulance the paramedics speed up, probably wanting to rid themselves of the crowds as well as the heavy body. One of the paramedics, who was obviously annoyed at me making her job harder, put a handing against my chest stopping me from entering the vehicle. " Sir, I can't let you in there, only close friends and family allowed" she stated blandly as if she knew the statement by heart. "But I am a close friend and almost family" I stuttered, trying to look over her head at the body they were loading into the ambulance. "Really sir, how well do you know Mr Tomlinson?" She snapped, arms crossed in front of her and eyebrows raised. "I'm Harry Styles and everyone knows....." I began but she cut me off
"Yeah well I'm Marilyn Carter and everyone knows that only close friends and family enter the ambulance, no ifs or buts about it"
"But....." I began, only to be cut off by a much younger female paramedic. This ones badge stated she was a trainee and she only looked about 20 years old. "Jesus Marilyn! Give it a break won't you!!" She groaned, fed up with the older woman's obnoxiousness. "Everyone knows that that is Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson's boyfriend, stop fussing! let the poor kid ride in the damn ambulance! He's already been through enough shit today!"
" boy-boyfriend?" Both Marilyn and I stuttered over the foreign word. The word that had swam in my head for years but had never had the courage to roll off my tongue. "Yes boyfriend" I stated after the initial shock of using the word, more as a reassurance to myself than as a confirmation. "Hop in" Marilyn grumbled, circling around to the front of the vehicle. "Thank you" I said with utmost gratitude to the younger paramedic. "Larry shippers forever" she said with an almost sad smile as she helped me into the back of the ambulance.
The rain was pouring down, ambulance sirens rung out and Louis' almost lifeless body was laying next to me. It's funny to think how your life can change so drastically in a matter of moments, all because of one event. I had always thought my world could never had been changed more in this way than when I made it onto Xfactor in a group with the boys, but it seems that my world has been changed drastically again, this time for the worst. And, as I checked my phone and noticed the last missed call and voice message from Lou, I finally found myself fully accountable for the cause of his death. If it wasn't for my stupid and selfish actions this wouldn't have happened. I knew from that moment that I would never forgive myself for what happened today.