They Don't Know About Us

Where We Are - Chapter 39

*PAIGES POV*
"Miss please, you need to go to the hospital!" A paramedic says for the fifth time as they attempt to pull me away from the wrecked vehicle. Liam and Zayn have thankfully been pulled from the wreckage after being trapped behind the two front seats. Louis miraculously got away from this unharmed, a few grazes maybe but nothing serious. Shelby, I'm terrified for her. When she collapsed in front of me, the things running through my mind were horrific. I can't lose her. I can't lose any of them. All I know is what I saw...blood, and lots of it. That's what scares me the most. Then there's Becky. The fire department had to be extra careful with freeing her because she's pregnant and they didn't want to risk any 'more injury affecting the baby' those were their exact words. What does that even mean? Chloe and Harry have been taken away to the hospital, Chloe with a broken leg and Harry needing a few stitches. Again, nothing serious. I definitely have a broken leg and a few scratches. The baby's fine, thank god, they did an emergency ultrasound and found a healthy beating heart. I lie on a 'gurney' as Americans call them, right next to the wreckage. Why? Because Niall's still trapped and I'm not going anywhere until he's safe by my side. Well, safer. 

He's been unconscious this whole time, and they won't know the seriousness of his injuries until he comes to. "P...Paige?" He mumbles slowly, clearly struggling to breath. "Niall! Baby, I'm here! I'm here, you fine I promise you!" I reply. I turn towards the paramedics which surround us "Is he okay?" I ask them desperately. "He's having trouble breathing because the gears have slammed against his torso as the car flipped. We need to get him out so we can stabilise him."
"Stabilise him? What does that mean?" I ask, terror building in my throat. At this moment, I spot a bunch of paparazzi taking an uncountable amount of pictures of the car, me, Niall, the ambulances. "Sick bastards!" I overhear one of the other firemen say seriously. He's totally right, of course. "If we don't get him out now then...then there's a possibility he'll go into shock because of the short amount of air he has available." the paramedic finishes telling me. "Get.Him.Out. Of that fucking car now!" I scream at him.. "Paige...Baby, okay?" Niall asks from behind me, attempting to reach my hand. I lie still and slowly wrap my hand into his. "The baby's fine Niall, I'm fine. We need to get you out though, okay?" I say understandingly. I look up to the woman paramedic who has red, shoulder length hair. "Nialler, does anywhere hurt?" I ask him, hoping he says nothing. "Not really, just my wrist and chest..." he replies as his eyes begin to drift off. "Keep him talking Paige!" The woman says once more as the fireman begin to carefully and slowly carve Niall out of the wreck. "Have you thought of any baby names yet Nialler?" I ask him thoughtfully. He smiles and his eyes drift open once more. "If its a girl...I like Demi or Demitria" I smile, Niall's favourite Female artist is Demi Lovato, hence the names. "And if its a boy?" I ask him curiously, already knowing his answer. "If its a boy, I like Justin or..."
"Ethan." I say in unison with him. We've both already said we liked the name Ethan. A sudden name pops into my mind 'Justin James Horan.' I smile as the name is perfect. James because its Niall's middle name. 

Finally, Niall is freed and connected to an oxygen tank, allowing his respiration system to return to normal. His wrist and my leg are supported and we are slowly lifted into an ambulance and are taken away. The paparazzi follow us. I just hope that we all make it out of this unharmed.