Golden

Chapter 19

Niall's POV

I was right. It was the best night of my life, yet it wasn’t the best for all of us. I got a text from Harry, saying that they were called into surgery, and asked if I could get a friend to take me home.

Max and Noah left the dance because it was boring, Tyler had curfew, Zach’s family had to go pick up some people from the airport, and Asher had to leave in the middle of the dance for some reason. So, I started to walk.

Knowing my luck, it started raining. Here I was, freezing and alone in the darkness of the nightime. I looked both ways on the road, seeing no cars coming. Looking again, I started to cross it, but then a car was coming, full speed.

All I could hear was the sound of a car alarm and many voices, until I slipped into darkness.

Niall’s POV

As we got home, I noticed something. “Guys, it’s much more quiet than usual”, I told them. “Niall, relax, you’re so paranoid”, Zayn tried to calm me down. “But look, all the lights are off, Bella should be home by now”, I said.

“Niall, before we all jump to conclusions, let’s consider the fact that it’s 1am and Bella should be asleep by now”, Harry said. I walked into the house, and up the stairs, only to see an empty bed. “GUYS, BELLA’S NOT HERE!” I yelled.

Harry, Louis, Zayn, and Liam ran into the room. “Where is she?!” Louis asked. That’s what started the rampage in the house. We ran all over the house, hoping for any sign of her. “Where could she be?” Liam asked. I looked at my phone, to call the police. I see multiple notifications from the hospital.

I opened the voice mail. “Hello, Dr. Horan, we just wanted to let you know that we have a Bella Styles here. She was involved in a hit and run. We tried getting in contact with Dr. Styles, but he wouldn’t answer”, the receptionist said.

“Guys, I know where Bella is!” I yelled. Grabbing the keys, I got into the car, the rest following behind. They wouldn’t stop asking questions, but I just kept driving. When I got to the hospital, looks of confusion, worry, and anxiety spread across the boy's face. We ran into the hospital. “Bella Styles please”, I told the receptionist.

She nodded, typing on the computer. “Room 127”, we ran up the stairs, trying to get there as soon as possible. I opened the door, seeing a pale, small, bruised Bella in the hospital bed. She was lying there, watching some disney movie, until she noticed us.

“Bella, what happened, we were so worried”, Harry runs over to her. “I was hit by a car”, she says, her voice hoarse. “Bella, I’m so sorry, how’d you get hit?” Liam asked.

“Well I saw the text saying you were in surgery and to find a ride home, but by then all my friends had left, so I decided to walk home. “Bella, you could’ve called one of us, we could’ve worked something out with the chief”, Harry told her.

“I know, but I didn’t want y’all to get in trouble or lose any money”, Harry hugged her to which she groaned. “You don’t have to worry about that. Now from the bandages, I’m going to guess a concussion and a broken arm?” He questioned her. She nodded her head. “And a fractured rib”, she added.

"And the one dress that I actually felt confident in is ripped and bloodied", we all laughed at Bella's pouting.