fireproof {l.s}

chapter six

8:01 p.m

Louis

I slammed the door shut. Liam, Niall, and Zayn were still standing right outside the door. I lightly pushed Zayn out of the way as I made my way back towards the lobby. I could sense Zayn hot on my trail. I heard him call my name but I ignored him.

I just couldn't be here anymore. I wanted to stay strong, for Harry. But I couldn't. I figured the least I could do is feel bad for myself, alone.

I was utterly disgusted with myself. I never thought I would react this way to something like this. I thought I was the strong friend. I thought I would help people, not run out the door at the first inconvenience. Literally. I pushed open the glass doors in anger for what felt like the tenth time in 36 hours. I pulled out my keys from my back pocket and unlocked my car. A couple fans noticed me, but I kept my head down. The security guards held them back as I stepped into the driver's seat. I locked the door, just as Zayn pounded on the window.

"Louis, what the hell are you doing? Open the door. You can't drive like this."

He was right about that. I closed my eyes and just sat in my seat. Surprisingly, no tears came. I think it was because my prominent emotion was anger right now. I snapped my eyes open when I heard the passenger door open. I guess I only locked my door.

Zayn climbed in and just said, "You need to let me drive if you really wanna leave."

I didn't respond or even nod. I just got out and walked around my car. Zayn and I switched seats and he spoke again, "Where to, princess?" I rolled my eyes, but my anger lowered slightly. Zayn always knew how to calm me down.

"Either your flat or a pub. I need a drink," I replied, looking at the window. Zayn started the car and I admired the London skyline. We didn't speak until one of our singles -"Best Song Ever"- came on. Zayn laughed and sang along. I muttered the lyrics under my breath. He sang horribly on purpose, which made me smile. We both sang a little louder until we were both practically screaming. He looked at me with a huge smile. I could tell he was happy that he cheered me up successfully. I tapped my foot as I sang. It almost felt wrong to smile. To be happy. Like I didn't deserve it.

We arrived at Zayn's complex about 2 minutes later. He was on the phone with someone, I assumed Liam or Niall. I couldn't tell though, because he told me to go inside, giving me his keys.

Once I made it to his flat, I headed to the back. I'd been here plenty of times before, specifically his personal bar. I poured myself a drink and sat at the high countertop.

Harry

"Yeah, Zayn, we told him everything that Louis said..." Niall spoke into his phone. I couldn't hear the other end of the conversation. He and Liam had returned into my room after I recalled my memory. I hid my wrist under the sheet, hoping they wouldn't notice the blood stain. Niall was pacing around the room, arguing with Zayn. Liam sat in one of the chairs, on his phone. He suddenly looked at me.

"Harry, turn on the news. Simon just texted me. He said they gave them some more information.'

I obliged and grabbed the remote. I pressed a few buttons and a news lady appeared.

"We just received word from a reliable source, regarding Harry Styles and his situation-" I cringed at the word situation. "They say that he is awake and talking. He apparently suffered severe blood loss. We still do not know the origin of his accident, but he is stable, for now. Harry, if you're watching, we wish you the best."

I couldn't help but smile at her last sentence. I turned back to Liam, "People are gonna start speculating shit with the amount of info Simon gave them."