Running Bases With You

Chapter 42

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*Louis' POV*

I slip on a warm jacket, my jean one that Annabeth loves so much, over my red and black flannel. I snatch my keys from the table beside the front door and slip on a random pair of shoes.

I run outside and slide into the driver's seat of my car. I crank it up, blasting the heat in the process, and back out as quickly as possible.

I have to get to her. I have to apologize before it's too late.

"C'mon, c'mon.." I mutter, seeing the busy London traffic up ahead. I don't have time for this mess right now.

I pull up behind a whole line of cars, and I huff in annoyance. "Damn it!"

I lay back in my seat and tap my fingers against the steering wheel. This couldn't possibly be happening at a time like this. Not now.

The long line of cars finally start to move and in about a minute I'm nearly towards the front.

That is until the light starts to turn red when I'm just about there. Anger burns through me like wildfire.

Screw this, I'm going.

I hit the gas, expecting to shoot straight across the absolutely mad traffic. I should know better than to do this, but of course, my mind isn't exactly functioning properly at the moment.

I'm about to breathe a sigh of relief, but the sound of loud honking to my left catches me off guard.

"Son of a bitch!"

I hit the breaks with everything I have in an attempt to miss the car coming towards me, but my efforts are thrown out the window when the sound of crunching metal and screeching tires rip through the air. My head slams against the window, and glass from the impacted side flies towards me, cutting into my skin.

The last thing I remember before passing out is the shouting of people and the sound of sirens in the distance.

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*Annabeth's POV*

I lay on the couch alone, a bowl of popcorn by my side and Criminal Minds playing on our flat screen telly. Niall left awhile ago to get some rest. I could tell he was exhausted from all the rehearsals they've been doing lately, but that doesn't mean I wasn't disappointed my best mate was leaving me alone.

Talia is taking a quick nap since I apparently kept her up all night worrying. In return, I told her she shouldn't worry so much, which earned me a solid punch in the arm. Don't worry, it was the left arm; if it wasn't, I would be announcing Talia's sudden (and mysterious) death.

"No! No, no, no!" I silently scream, my emotions getting the best of me. "Damn you Shemar Moore for being so attractive!"

I huff and grab the remote as the episode ends. I start flipping channels in an attempt to find something else interesting to watch, when my phone starts vibrating.

I pick it up off the coffee table and I'm slightly surprised to see who it is.

"Harry, are you calling to see if Talia is watching chick flick's again? You know she only does that when I'm not home, yeah?" I laugh.

"Annabeth, something has happened." Harry says seriously.

My laughing ceases and I sit up from my comfortable position on the couch. I press the phone closer to my ear, my joking mood gone out the window now.

I gulp, a lump suddenly in my throat. "What are you talking about? What happened, Harry?"

He sighs, and I hear whispering in the background. "It's Louis. He was in an accident."