everything // LarryStylinson

6. Harry

"And we're back! Now, boys. We're gonna have a little bit of fun now. Each of you are going to choose a box to stand behind. One of the boxes says 'tattoo' and the other five say "safe." One of us will be leaving here with a tattoo. Niall, you are the only one who isn't inked up, how are you feeling about this?" James explains the game, teasing Niall at the end.

"I'm feeling pretty nervous James, not gonna lie," Niall nervously laughs in response.

"Me too Niall, I regret coming up with this idea. Go ahead and choose your box first," James motions for Niall, who nervously takes a box and stands at the first podium.

"Harold," James turns to me. "How are you feeling mate?"

"I'm actually fine," I laugh in response. I really could care less if I have to get another tattoo.

"Alright then go ahead and choose your box," James motions towards the red remaining red boxes on the table.

"Sure," I walk down the steps and hear someone from the audience say something about which box to pick.

"What? Don't try and sway me-" I grab the box on the end and take it to the stand next to Niall, who is visibly shaking.

Louis and Liam pick their boxes next, leaving a spot for James in the middle.

Liam opens his box first, safe.

Louis next, safe.

James drags out opening his box, but it turns out as safe.

Niall is getting really nervous, so before I open my box I walk over and give him a hug.

"Don't worry, mate. If yours is the tattoo box I'll get it anyway," I tell him in his ear.

He mouths thank you and I pat him on the back as I walk back to my spot. For me it's not a big deal at all. He doesn't have any obviously for whatever reason so if I can take that pressure off of him I'm happy to do it.

"Harry, your turn." James prompts me to open the box. I open it and hear the alarm go off, signaling that I have the tattoo box I assume. Everyone celebrates, and I laugh and smack the box shut.

"Alright! Alright! Harry is getting tattooed!! Come over here Harry! Have you given any thought to where you're gonna get it? Boys, join us over here!" James excitedly called everyone over to the tattoo station.

I sit down in the chair and answer his question, "I think impulse is best. I'm going to get it right there," I announce, pointing to my upper arm.

The tattoo artist puts the needle on my skin and gets to work. I have so many tattoos that I am pretty much unfazed. I look up and see Louis watching the needle.

"Thank god, I was starting to get scared! Does it hurt?" Niall asks me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Nah," I casually answer. It stings a little but that's normal. The artist puts the needle down and starts cleaning the new tattoo on my arm.

James shows the audience my new ink, then wraps up the show. We are escorted by some of our guards back to the dressing room, where Chris is waiting for us.

"Nice job boys. Gather up anything you may have brought with you and get ready to go. We have two cars waiting for you, in an effort to avoid a situation like we almost had earlier," Chris ends his statement looking at me, I am assuming he is referring when I almost helped Louis out of the car.

No one says anything while we walk out to the vans. Niall and I are assigned to the first one, leaving Louis and Liam in the one behind us.

I decide I am going to sit up front this time, it was a pretty tight fit last time.

"Chris is quite an asshole," Niall sighs, buckling his seatbelt.

"I know. I saved it too, wish he could cut us a break." I reply, looking down at my hands and twisting my rings.

"That was really fucked up, what they did with your messages..." Niall comments after the driver takes off.

"Yeah, it had been awhile since they pulled some shit, so I'm not totally surprised. I really thought it was Lou though..." I turn in my seat to look at Niall while I'm talking.

"What would make you think that?" Niall questions, taking a sip from a water bottle.

"The day before, during the show, I probably was a little too obvious about us on stage. Some fans went crazy on twitter, and I figured he saw their reactions and panicked," I answered honestly and sadly, then look back down at my hands.

I look up at Niall when he doesn't answer right away, and his eyes are as big as saucers. I turn to look out the windshield ahead of me, and see we are heading straight for a lake, or some kind of body of water. I look over to our driver, who is seemingly unconscious. I react by grabbing the wheel, steering us back on to the bridge.

"Niall, fuck! He's leaning on the wheel," Niall stays frozen. I try to keep us on the bridge, but my grip slips. I feel a cold sensation take over my body, then all goes black.
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Niall's POV

Oh my god.

I fucked up.

We are under. fucking. water.

I undo my seatbelt, and use the silver part that goes in to the buckle to smash out the window.

I snake my arm out through my window and open the door.

It's dark. Really fucking dark.

The headlights on aren't helping much at all.

I swim around the front to Harry's side of the car.

It's jammed...

I bring my legs up to the window, and kick it out. Glass cuts through His cheek, eyebrow, and forehead. the water is even darker now that his blood is clouding my vision.

I unfasten his seatbelt and pull him out through the window.

I'm running out of air....