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thirty-one

oh no!!

*Norah's POV*

I was almost home when my phone dinged loudly. It was Harry's ringtone, and it took every ounce of self control in me not to look at the text.

But I resisted, and my chance to read it arose when I was stopped at the next red light.

From: Harry

You left your clothes here, silly girl. Ps- don't read this while driving

I laughed and didn't even see the car behind me until it was too late. I didn't see it until the headlights blinded me, and then there was a sickening crunch and everything went black.

*Harry's POV*

"She still hasn't called?" Niall asked as we watched some James Bond movie in Zayn's living room. I had my phone in my lap and was waiting for her ringtone, but all I heard was Thalia's. Eventually I put my phone on silent, thinking that maybe she had just fallen asleep.

*Norah's POV*

Red. White. Blue. Red. White. Blue. Red. White.

"Miss," a voice called, his words echoing around my head like I was in a tunnel. My head was pounding and I could feel something warm running down the left side of my face.

"Miss, can you hear me?" the same voice asked, this time a little louder. I tried to nod but my head throbbed and instead of words, my response came out as a weak groan.

"Stay still, darling," he instructed gently. "Do you understand?"

I made another small noise and I could feel his arms searching around me, trying to find my seatbelt probably. I moved my arm and hit the button, which released my belt and jolted me forward slightly.

"My name is William," he said quietly. "My mates call me Bill, though."

"Ha-Harry," I mumbled, my mouth feeling like it was stuffed full of cotton. I couldn't open my eyes and another small stream of warmth began flowing from my mouth when I tried to speak.

"Gary? Is that your father, sweetheart?"

I furrowed my eyebrows and tried to move but his arms pinned me down.

"No no, you have to stay still, darling."

"Harry," I tried again. "Call Harry."

"Do you have your cell phone?"

I squeezed my legs together slightly and he reached between them, apologizing profusely as he quickly withdrew and unlocked it.

"The medics are right here," he assured me, his hand patting my arm. "I'm dialing Harry as we speak, dear."

I felt two pairs of hands lifting me and tugging me slightly until I heard one of them call that I was out, and another set of footsteps approached.

"Is this Harry?" I heard Bill say. He was too far away, and I tried to reach my fingers towards him but the other medics strapped my arm down and I couldn't move.

"Yes," he continued. "I'm here with a girl, she told me to call you?"

Pause. "I'm so sorry sir, but she's been in an accident." Silence. "We'll be at King's College Hospital in about fifteen minutes."

His hand slipped into mine and for the first time, I opened my eyes and looked around. There were people everywhere and glass littering the intersection where I could see two other cars, one flipped upside down.