Brooke's P.O.V.
Today I sat in my room. Fun, right? Well, my best mate got hit by a car. Wouldn't you do the same? Anyway, they say she won't be out anywhere from days to months. Her breathing is fine, and her brain is ok, but she is in a coma with a broken leg and a sprained elbow. Louis hasn't left her bedside ever since she showed up at the hospital. She has spoken a couple words in her coma, but only fragments like "Louis" and "Niall" and "car" and especially "headlights". Nobody knows what happened, but Niall has a clue. He said her and him got in a verbal fight right outside Nandos. After that, she ran off to her car and drove off. He said that's all he knew. I walked in the room, and the first thing I saw was Louis asleep on the side of her bed. I took one whiff of the air, and nearly threw up. "Louis!" I yelled. He jumped up like someone tazered him. His eyes widened, then slowly shrunk to their normal size. "Have you showered?!?!" I cried out. He shook his head. "Have you even left the room yet?!"
"No."
"Why?!"
"Cuz when she wakes up I want to be the first thing she sees."
Inside, my heart melted. Luna was surely a lucky lass.
"But don't you wanna be clean and smell good?"
"She won't care."
"C'mon mate, you need to be cleaned." Harry's voice said behind me. I swung around, my ginger curls swinging and my mouth contorted in a mad grin. "Hey Harry!" I chirped. He smiled at me. "Louis, mate, c'mon." He pulled Louis to his feet and dragged him across the white tiles. "Nooo!!! I wanna stay! Nooo!!.," he moaned, but didn't put up a fight as Harry led him to the desk to ask for a shower. "Louis?" Someone croaked just as Louis's brown messy mop of hair began to disappear. He sprung up and ran to Luna's bedside. "Yes love?" He said, putting his hand on her forehead. She smiled, then held her nose. "Louis, have you showered?" He shook his head. Luna laughed. Harry took my hand and guided me out of the hospital. "Harry!" I cried. "Where are you taking me?" He just grinned wider and opened the car door. Then he walked around the light blue Prius and clambered in the drivers seat. "Harry! Tell me!" I chuckled. He grinned wider and shook his head. I kept laughing as he drove through the packed highway and onto a lonely back road. "Harry, there's not even civilization out here!" I joked as he smiled wider. His curly brown locks hung in his face; he was too concentrated to pull them back. "HARRY!!" I screamed as he yanked the brakes at the end of the dirt road we had been following. His stare was kept on the road. I leaned over, pushing a curl behind his ear as I stared into his beautiful green eyes. He stared back into mine as he slowly leaned forward, his soft lips against mine. We both relaxed, not ending the kiss but keeping it simple. His big hands were around my waist as my small ones were around his neck. Together, we both sprung away from each as the horn sounded. Harry had leaned against it. I gazed into his emerald eyes, and we both grinned and laughed. "That almost gave me a heart attack!" Harry claimed in his deep British voice while laughing. His face fell for a moment. "What's wrong love?" I asked, taking his hand. "Oh, it's nothing. A question for you though!" He chirped merrily. Harry was a mad man, and I wasn't sure what he had up his sleeve. To tell the truth, I was a little nervous. "Will you go out with me?" He questioned, his face drop dead serious. I couldn't believe it. "I know we haven't known each other for a long time, but I know you're the one. Please?" He said, glancing at the surprised expression inhabiting my face. "Of course!" I practically screamed. He grinned. "I was a little bummed because I promised Mum I'd never kiss a girl unless she was my girlfriend. Sorry Mum!" Harry sang, swinging my hands around the small car. I giggled. He was such a family man, a big hearted, sweet guy. I couldn't believe he was mine. The thought made me giddy. "Welp, Louis is probably still in the same spot we left him, so, yeah. We should probably, erm, head back?" He whispered, holding my chin. I nodded. He couldn't help it though; Harry leaned forward and softly kissed my lips. My tongue went first, licking his bottom lip before gently sliding into his sweet mouth. His fingers ran through my own mess of curly ginger hair. We broke away, Harry grinning as he plugged in the keys and revved the engine. We drove back up the dirt trail, talking and laughing about the most random things. He pulled in the hospital's parking lot and kept my side of the car locked as he stepped out and unlocked and opened it for me. "Why'd you lock it?" I asked, taking his hand. "I didn't want you to open it yourself!" He said, giving me the Uh-Duh! expression. I rolled my eyes, grinning. "Hey, if anyone asks, we went to pick up food." Harry said, eyeing me at the entrance. I nodded. "Where is that food then, Harry?" I questioned jokingly. He smiled. "A wild Nyan Cat stole it!" He yelled, looking around the parking lot bewildered. I took his shoulder and led him in the building. "Ohmygod, you're Harry Styles!" The nurse exclaimed. He nodded, exasperated. "I hope you don't mind, but may I get your picture? My daughter's a huge fan!" She said, running to him with an iPhone held out. He chuckled. "Sure! I love my fans!" I stepped back politely as the nurse grinned and took a picture. She returned to the desk, eyeing me. "We're going to head upstairs to see a friend, is that alright?" He asked. She nodded. "Who is, um, her?" She said uncertainly, nodding in my direction. "Another friend." She looked unconvinced but let me pass anyway. We jumped up the stairs and skipped to Luna's room. She sat in the bed, alone. It turns out that she made Louis go shower. "Hey." I said, plopping down on her bed. "What really happened out there?" I questioned. "Brooke-" Harry started. Luna interrupted. "It's fine. I remember that I fought with Niall, and I remember that I was crying, but the last thing I do remember were these two really bright lights." Louis had just returned as we left to go check up on the boys.
Niall's P.O.V.
I think I just might kill myself. I just can't keep track of my emotions. This is not like me at all. I have never felt so jumbled up and mixed. I can't believe I did that to Louis, or caused an accident like Luna's. thank God for Liam; I'd be screwed 100/ if not for him. Louis despises my guts, and I don't blame him. Harry, being Louis's best mate, also despises my guts. Zayn's trying to stay out of it all, and Liam is the only one who understands. "It's going to turn out fine. Once the initial shock fades, they'll understand." Liam coaxed as I sobbed in our room. "It's fine....... It's all ok." My eyes waterfalled tears as Liam rubbed my back. "She'll never like me.............. She'll never trust me.............. I'll never be allowed in her house again." I weeped into my soaking palms. I haven't eaten since the incident, and Liam keeps attempting to force a hamburger or sandwich down my throat. Toy Story 2 was playing on the small TV Liam and I shared. "Lad, its not the end of the world. She'll come around." Liam assured. I looked up at him, feeling weak and vulnerable. "Re-really?" He nodded. I began to relax a little, my eyes began to dry. About an hour into Toy Story 3, a knock sounded at the heavy mahogany room door. Liam glanced concernedly at me, but I nodded. He got up and strolled across the floor. "Hey! How's, um, er, Niall?" A voice asked Liam. I could immediately tell it was Harry because it was slow and deep,and of course had the signature British accent clinging to it. "He's, um, fine. Just watching Toy Story!" Liam replied happily, but I could hear the concern held at the center of his seemingly happy words. I heard Harry's signature chuckle. "Of course. I assume you put that on for him?" I watched as Liam slowly nodded his head. "Could I, um, talk to him?" Liam then glanced at me. I nodded. He whispered something to Harry before stepping aside. Harry wore his casual white V-neck matched with a black blazer and skinny jeans. I looked down at my rugged pjs that I had been wearing since the accident. He plopped down on the bed. "Hey." I nodded in acknowledgement. "Listen, mate, you made a mistake. It's ok to lose track of your emotions."
"YOU DON'T CARE, DO YOU? YOU DON'T CARE ONE TINY BIT ABOUT ME, OR LIAM, OR EVEN ZAYN!! ONLY LOUIS!!!! I DON'T WANT YOUR SYMPATHY. LEAVE!!!!!" I shouted before I could control it. Harry looked at me, his eyes filled with hurt and tears. "Ok." He nodded and slowly walked out.
