Holiday

Chapter Seventeen: Fragile

Harry

I was sitting by the dining table scrolling through my phone. "Hey, isn't it 6 already? How come Ly isn't home yet?" I heard Zayn asked the other lads who were in the living room. I looked at the clock and saw it was now 6:25 in the evening. I stood and went to the boys. "Doesn't she usually arrive around 4?" I piped up, crossing my arms. "This is so unlike her," Louis said. We fell silent for a few minutes. "You don't think something might've happened to her, do you?" Liam suggested. That's when I started to tense up. I haven't even thought about that. 

What if something did happen to her? 

"No, you guys, she's fine, right? She's just... running a little late," Niall tried to lighten up the mood when the telephone rang. We were told by Emily to not answer when she's not around because it could be someone very close to her calling when people knew that she lived alone. We just watched the phone until the ringing stopped. "It's probably a bank calling about her credit card, right?" I said, unsurely. The phone started to ring one more time. "This is giving me so much anxiety right now," Zayn told us, exhaling shakingly and leaning on his elbows, covering his face with his hands. Liam rubbed his back to calm him down. 

There have been times that he had full-blown panic attacks before getting out to face thousands of people. The whole reason why we have the group huddle before going on stage is to relax ourselves knowing that we have each other throughout the performances. 

"If the phone stops and rings one more time, just bloody answer it," Louis instructed Niall who was closest to the home telephone. We were silent, waiting to see if it would start ringing. 

It did. 

Niall carefully picked it up and placed it on his ear. "Hello?" He asked the person on the other side of the phone. His face turned dark with sadness, fear, and worry. I glanced at the others who were also nervous about what was the person Niall was talking to saying. He hasn't said a word. "Thank you, we're on our way... Her uncles... Five... Yes... Thank you," Niall put the phone down and faced us with tears forming in his eyes.  

"Emily got into an accident," he started, causing us to gasp silently. "There was a fire and she was inside or something, I couldn't really understand what she was saying because I was too in shock to process it. She's in St. Peter's Hospital right now, under serious supervision was the last thing I heard from the lady," Niall informed us, furrowing his eyebrows and frowning, placing a hand on his forehead in distress. 

No. Please let her be okay. We can't lose her this soon. 

"Well come on, let's go!" Louis exclaimed. We quickly went down to the parking lock where the car that we bought with us was parked. Louis went to the driver's seat while I sat on the passenger with the other in the back. We made our way to the hospital with the help of the internet. 

The tension in the air was thick. We were all worried about Emily. A month into knowing her, she has already got us wrapped around her finger. In a good way though. She has made her way into our hearts, deciding that she would stay there and we all let her. We just want her to be safe, but now we're scared of what might happen to her. We can't lose her. We just can't. She is far too precious. 

Once we made it to the hospital, we immediately went to the receptionist and asked where Emily Vergara was. Thankfully the place wasn't that much busy and it was already 7 PM (yes it took about 30 to 40 minutes to get here. Stupid traffic) so people didn't really recognize us. Or at least we hope they didn't. We thanked her and went to room 406 where she was confined. Opening the door, we saw Emily unconscious on the bed with Ryan sitting beside her, looked down. We rushed to her side making him look up, showing his tears.