Rip It All To Shreds (Something Great)

Just a Game

Sorry that the last chapter was so short , it wasn't exactly filler,because the ending was really important to the plot , and .... sorry I'm rambling again - I do that a lot.

Anywhoodles,

I'm going to my grandparents' house tomorrow for thanksgiving and won't be home until late on Saturday. I may be able to update there, but I'm not sure.

So .... Back to the story :p

Song - Just a Game by Birdy

Harry's POV :

Fluorescent light seers through my eyelids. There is faint talking in the background. I blink my eyes open and shut them immediately. The light is so bright. I'm definitely hungover. Everything hurts. My head is racing and pulsing. I go to move my arm and it feels locked like it hasn't been moved in days. When I finally get it to move I experience the worst pain I have ever felt. I'm so dizzy. This can't be a hangover . I've gotten pretty shitfaced before, and it wasn't half this bad in the morning. I slowly open my eyes and hear someone talk in the distance.

"Mr.Styles is awake!"

What the hell? Where the fuck am I? I whip my eyes open and ignore the burning sensation brought on by all of the light.

I'm in a hospital. Why?

I try to think back . The last thing I remember is ... uhm .... the last thing I remember is .... Louis. Louis crying and yelling . Louis in my bed . Did we? No. He was crying. I was singing to him. He... he tried to commit suicide and I comforted him. It worked, but then it didn't. He woke up and he was yelling again. Then everything is black.

A woman, I'm guessing a nurse. is now at my side. She checks my blood pressure before looking down at me.

"Hello Mr. Styles, I'm Tia. You're in Tennessee State Hospital, and I'll be your nurse today."

Her smile is extremely fake. She probably has to deal with this a lot, but why am I here?

"Uhm... hi... why ... why am I here?"

She's just about to explain when she looks back at the tele mounted on the wall . The news is on. One Direction's picture flashes on the screen .

"Well... uh ... look for yourself." She turns up the volume.

"Girls across the globe today have been blowing up everything social media after a tragic incident last night. The heartthrob sensation 'One Direction' were in their tour bus last night when the driver of the bus, whose identity has not been disclosed, lost control and flipped the bus through the barrier on the side of the road and into a roadside ditch. The five boys , Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, and Louis Tomlinson, were airlifted to a nearby hospital along with the driver where they now are. No update has been provided on their condition, but none of the five were conscious when they were removed from the wreckage, each suffering severe injuries. No fatalities have yet been reported, but we will keep you updated. We hope for the best ."

My mind is racing a million kilometers an hour. We were in a bus accident? Please tell me this is another trippy dream. Another nightmare loosening my grip of reality.

I look up at the nurse ... what did she say her name was? eh doesn't matter.

"Luckily for you, Mr. Styles, you were intoxicated enough that you suffered the least amount of injuries. The alcohol concentration in your blood kept your muscles loose upon impact, so you suffered nothing extremely serious. You have a pretty bad conclusion though, and there are some abrasions in various places in your body from being hit with things falling off the walls. You're quite lucky."

"Oh." I hardly would call myself lucky.

"You're the first to wake up. We suspect that Niall, Liam, and Zayn should within the next 12-48 hours."

LOUIS. SHE DID NOT MENTION LOUIS.

"LOUIS! Where's Louis?"

"Look to your left."

I turn to look. I want to vomit. He is connected to a thousand different contraptions. He's covered in bruises and bandages. He looks more like a science experiment than a person.

"He suffered the worst. We um... we aren't sure when he'll wake up, but we are doing the best we can, don't worry. He'll be himself in no time."

Bullshit. He's hurt. He may never wake up!!

"Oh" I say tears starting to build in my eyes. He looks so fragile.

I stare at the ceiling. The nurse continues talking, but I'm not listening. I don't want to hear anything she has to say.

That could have been me, but it's him. Why isn't it me?

I look over at him again, and I can't help it. I start yelling his name.

"LOUIS! LOUIS WAKE UP DAMNIT! WAKE UP! THIS IS NO TIME FOR YOUR JOKES! IT IS NOT FUNNY ANYMORE LOUIS! WAKE UP! LOUIS! MY ANGEL! LOU BEAR OPEN YOUR EYES. STOP! STOP!"

The nurse rushes and closes a curtain and makes sure I can't see him anymore . It's relief and torture at the same time. I start crying. Another nurse comes in and gives me some water and some unknown medication. I take it reluctantly. I just want to be alone. No. I want to be with Louis.