Time Capsule

Chapter 67

Time Capsule

Chapter 67

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Louis...

After the incident this morning, we carried a weeping Niall to the car, and drove back to the hospital. It was currently about nine in the morning. Three hours since once of the most terrifying moments of my life. Niall was sitting in the secluded corner of the waiting room, by himself. I didn't blame him for wanting to be alone.

We got back to the hospital this morning to find the girls crying in the waiting room. Neither of them would tell us what was going on, but I hadn't taken my eyes off of Melanie since we all sat down. Our group was the only one in the waiting room, and we were all scattered around the room. Eleanor was huddled up in one corner of the room, while Niall was moping alone in the other corner. Harry was sitting on the floor on the opposite side of the room, while Liam and Zayn sat against the wall across from me, looking stunned and horrified. And Melanie, who I was still cautiously staring at, was looking out the window with a sad look on her face.

I tried to coax the girls, and even Harry, to tell me what they heard from the doctor when they were called here. But none of them would talk. So we'd just been sitting here in silence, with occasional whimpers and sniffles, for the past two hours.

Whatever they were keeping to themselves didn't seem good.

I averted my eyes away from Melanie to glance at Niall. His knees were brought up to his chest as he used the chair next to him to prop his feet up. He had his head resting against the wall, and his face was twisted into a look of pain and remorse. I felt sorry for the lad. I was sure his hangover was killing him, on top of everything else her was already suffering with.

A movement in the corner of my eye caused me to avert my gaze back to the window. Melanie was slowly getting to her feet, and walking over towards me. Her eyes stayed glued to the ground, but she looked into mine once she was in front of me. I looked up at her as her eyes welled up, and she tried to formulate words. "Can...can I talk to you, Louis." She choked out. "In private."

I simply nodded and followed her. She lead me to the elevator, and then to an empty conference room on the floor we got off at. As soon as she shut the door, I couldn't contain myself. "What the fuck is going on, Melanie? The minute we stepped foot into that waiting room, you, El, and Harry all were crying and freaked out like you just saw a ghost. What the hell did the doctor tell you? What are you guys hiding?" I raised my voice slightly as I ranted out my frustration. I still had built up tension from nearly watching my best friend kill himself, and I hadn't gotten it out yet.

I felt like I needed to scream.

"Calm down, Louis." Was the first thing she said to me.

I let out a humorless laugh. "Calm down? Calm fucking down?! How can I calm down, when I nearly just watched my best friend kill himself?! How the fuck can I stay calm when I actually had to hold onto only his fucking wrist for dear life, as he was actually hanging off a bridge?!" I yelled as tears started blinding my vision. I was finally breaking.

I heard her gasp. "He actually-"

"Yes. Yes he fucking did. And if I didn't..." I paused to choke out a sob. "If I didn't think fast and grab his arm...he'd be at the bottom of the fucking river right now."

She covered her mouth with her hand as her eyes widened with pure shock. "I didn't think he would actually do that." She shakily breathed out.

All I could see in my mind were his big, blue, sad eyes as he stared up at me. I could still see the crashing water in the background below him.