Louis speeded down the road to escape the fans, a scared look on his face. "Louis, slow down. They're gone," I coaxed, trying to slow him down. "Harry, what if they get us? It's been forever since we've been mobbed, and the last time it was terrifying," he snapped, not slowing down. "Louis, babe, please slow down. I don't want you to get hurt." He sighed, but hit the brake pedal a bit. "See, we're going to-" I didn't get to finish my sentence as the sound of brakes stopped me. Louis swerved to the left, escaping an oncoming car. We both looked ahead, screaming when we saw the ditch ahead of us. As the car flipped down the hill, I noticed Louis hit his head (hard I may add) on the steering wheel, and I hit mine against the roof of the car. Then everything went black.