London Eye

Chapter 26: Promises

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Violette's POV

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I find it absolutely hilarious that your whole life can change in the matter of a second.

We all are on this earth for a specific amount of time whether it's decades, or years, or even seconds, we are on this planet for however long we are supposed to be. No matter what anyone does to try and change that.

Brian Daves, my father, was only given approximately 4 decades to live his life. Brian had apologized to me and I wouldn't be able to think of him as a father figure because of what he had done, I'd never be able to forgive him and think of him as my father.

I did accept Brian back into my life. I didn't think it was fair to him to keep him absolutely excludded from the situation of me being pregnant and getting married, so I let him be there.

Brian had just done the extraordinary, he risked his life- the short 4 decades of his life- to save Niall, Harry, and me and my unborn child. He had told me he would take a bullet for me- he would do anything to keep Niall and I alive. He said to me that he would try to make things right, he would try to keep Danielle from hurting us.

He did. He saved us by blocking us from a car that was meant to hit us.

And as Niall, Harry, and I watched in horror as his car crumbled and flip, we had realized- like I said before- your life is short. Whether it changes in a matter of seconds or a matter of weeks or months, it's short, it's so goddamn short.

So on May 29th, 2015, we watched Brian's life change before us. And as we sat in the ambulance, ready to rush my father- who was probably already close to being deceased- to the hospital, we knew. We knew that no matter what we do, no matter how we do it, we need to live every second of our life to the fullest.

And although Brian was already slowly dying- he would probably only live to about 50- due to the huge amount of drugs and alcohol he did- he had lived his life to the fullest.

In my mind I consider this man- as I watch him lay still and motionless on the gurny as we drove off the hospital- a hero.

Brian had done everything in his being to be with me during the time of my pregnancy and when I was going to get married.

He tried to make things right- he truly did try- and I completely respect him for that.

We kept up with the speed of the paramedics as they moved the gurny towards the hospital room.

And so, Brian, had used his last seconds, his last couple breaths of air to speak to Niall, Harry, and I.

"Harry.." He breathed quietly. Harry leaned down towards him to hear him better. "Take care of Violette and the children please-" he cut himself off and took in a huge gulp of air.

"Niall, Vi..." He breathed out. "I love you..." and so he was cut off by the flat beep of his heart beat dying out on the machine and we watched as he took in his very last moments of his life.

We were stopped by some nurses who rushed us away and to another hospital room so the doctor could make sure all was good with us and with the baby.

I guess I hadnt realized I was crying at that time until Harry gently wrapped his arms around me at pet my hair.

"Violette... Shhhh.." Harry calmed me. I was hysterical.. Gasping for air and I was almost unable to breath.

I guess you never realize what you have until you lose it.

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Everything was just one big blur.

At one moment I remember seeing Brian's car crumble as Austin's dodge ram crashed into it. I remember sitting in the ambulance with Brian, Niall, and Harry as we watched Austin getting arrested. I remember watching Brian's beaten up and bloody body from the crash getting taken into the hospital. I remember him telling Niall and I that he loves us and telling Harry to take good care of me and the twins.