Never Perfect (one direction Fan fic)

Chapter 15

Harry's p.o.v.

The drive back home after spending the whole day with Allison was crucial. So many things goingthrough my mind. I had learned so much about her in one day. But i had to admit, when she told me that she kissed Justin and said that she loved him, something inside me panged with hurt. Doesnt everyone tell the truth when your drunk?

I sigh and drive across a bridge. There was something about Allison that just made everything better. The moment she smiles, its as if the world smiles back. A smile forms on my face. Just thinking about it made me happy.

Suddenly i see a light in front of me.

My heart stops.

I want to scream but i cant. Everything is still.

Something punctures through me. Pain shoots through my body and i black out.

Liam's p.o.v.

I sit at the bar with a drink in my hand. A slight breeze of cold air seeps through the door whenever people go in and out. I finish my drink and hold up my glass requesting more. Why must i always feel alone? Sure i had the boys, but for once i wanted someone else. A girl that would make me happy and love me. A girl to understand me and be there for me when no one else will.

I let out a loud sigh and practically slam my cup on the table. The bartender rushes over but i reluctantly toss a tip on the counter. Then i wrap my scarf around my neck a little tighter and walk out of the bar.

Some girls are outside crying. I frown and approach them.

"Are you two okay?"

The eldest looks up at me and doesnt respond. Her eyes widen when she sees me. The youngest looks up at me now.

"Liam Payne?"

"Yes thats me."

They give each other a look and then the eldest speaks," You didnt hear the news?"

"About what?"

"Harry."

My body stiffens," What about him...."

She nods toward the bar. At first i have no idea what shes talking about until i re enter the bar and look up at the tv. The reporter speaks into the microphone,

"Harry Styles has been hit. While driving over this bridge in New York Manhattan at 8:30 p.m. a suspicious person hit the superstar with their car. Harry remains unconscious and who ever hit him has disappeared from the scene. No further news have been revealed about the injuries of Harry Edward Styles but his band mates are the first to be informed."

I couldnt believe what i was seeing. Harry was hurt. Tears fill my eyes as i push through the crowd that has now formed behind me. I rush to my car and i struggle to press the stupid button to start the car since my hands cant stop trembling. Once i get it started i shove my foot on the pedal and drive faster than ive ever driven.

I let the tears fall down my face as i drive faster and faster to the Manhattan bridge. I sob and choke on my tears. Why did Harry have to be the one to get hurt?!? He was the baby of the group. He doesnt deserve this pain. I angrily pull my scarf off and open the window, i throw the fabric out the window with all my might and watch as it falls off the bridge.

I stop the car in front of the caution tape. My first instinct is to get out, but something is stopping me. I look around and see that the rest of the boys are not here. Would i have to be the one to tell them the news? Before i can leave the car, a black car pulls up and Louis jumps out. Im speechless when i see that hes crying.