The boys all piled into the car, a driver had to take them almost everywhere these days along with bodyguards and although having the safety was nice, it got pretty suffocating sometimes. They had very little privacy and hated not being able to do things alone when they really needed to be by themselves.
However for this occasion the driver was welcomed, the boys were never rude to the people who kept them safe and protected from the overly crazy fans.

"TO NANDOS!" Niall exclaimed, a massive smile on his face. Everyone laughed at him and sat back in their seats.
A conversation erupted between them, about how Liam had talked to Simon about getting some vacation time away from London, before the next tour and everyone was excited about that.

"I hope we can go back to Australia I loved it there." Harry smiles and watches the rest of the boys nod.
"I think going somewhere secluded for awhile would be nice." Zayn chimes in, and although everyone knows how fun Australia was the last time, the all agree that seclusion and time away from the twitter-sphere would be nice. The rumors and backtalk tended to get to some of the boys and since the end of the last tour lots of speculation was surrounding them.
"Do you think w-" Before Liam could finish his sentence the car came to a screaming halt, tires screeching followed by an unbearably loud crash.

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ZAYN'S POV
I opened my eyes slowly, afraid of what the scene in front of my would look like. A pain was shooting through my left arm and my right leg and I didn't want to look at what was causing it. I looked over to Niall who was slouched over his blonde hair was blood red in a few spots and I quickly reached out to him, looking for any other injury, ignoring my own. His face was cut up and bruises were starting to form on his arms but nothing else that I could see.

Looking over at Liam he had gash on his cheek that was bleeding a little along with a black eye and blood on his t-shirt.
"Liam, are you okay?" I asked, not sure if it was his blood.
"Yeah, but Harry…" He looked over, Louis was clutching on to Harry, who was bleeding from his head and more than likely had a badly broken leg. His face was bruising and he looked all around awful.
Louis however had a black and blue cheek and a few cuts here and there. He was crying and crying, holding Harry to him, calling his name and asking him to wake up.

Sirens came soon, the blue and red flashing letting you know something terrible has happened surrounded us.
I watched as they took Niall out of the crushed vehicle, then Liam, followed by me, who needed extra help due to my arm, which was littered with pieces of glass and my shoulder was pretty messed up.
They put my on a stretcher and wheeled me to one of the ambulances. Just knowing there was more than one ambulance was enough to scare me into silence.

I just watched as they took Louis from the wreckage, he was no longer crying, he looked so lost, so broken. I wished I could run over to him and tell him Harry was going to be okay, but I couldn't.
I just continued to watch the scene unravel. The paramedics pulled Harry's limp body out of the crushed version of our vehicle, they placed him on a stretcher and people immediately surrounded him, pumping air into his lungs, and checking for a pulse, calling out to him trying to wake him.

I couldn't believe this… Harry might not be okay.

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LIAM'S POV

Niall and I stayed by Zayn's side, the paramedics wouldn't let us see Harry and Louis was sitting in a chair completely silent. He just stared at things and looked hollow, like he was just a casting of his former self.
The hospital smelled like cleaner and illness which was quite sickening. It gave you an uneasy feeling, like there was no way to say everything is going be okay, when you're in a place where so many are hurt or dying… dying.
I clenched my eyes shut and balled my hands into fists. Harry. I hate not knowing what's happening with him. They've been working on him for what feels like an eternity. Which, I guess in a way is better than having someone come in and tells the unbearable.

I looked over to Louis, who was pale and had blood all over himself and his clothes. He wouldn't let anyone touch him when we arrived. His face was void of any emotion, except his eyes. Which looked absolutely dreadful, dull and gray. No longer lively and blue.
I walked over to him and kneeled next to the chair was in, hoping he'd acknowledge my presence.
"Lou, please talk to us. Talk to me… Look at me." I tried to get him to see me, but he just stared past me.
I took him hand and held it softly, "I'm so sorry Louis, I don't know what to do… I have no control over this." I say, feeling awful for being unable to fix the situation like I normally can.
Louis wraps his fingers around my hand, a sign he knows I'm there. Thank God.
I smile at him, "Louis…" I say, not knowing what to say. His grip tightens on my hand, letting me know I don't need to say anything.

I kept Louis' hand in mine, just to know that he was still aware of his surroundings. I looked over to Zayn, who now had Niall on his bed, I knew Niall was crying by the way his shoulders shook.
I watched as Zayn put an arm around him comfortingly, "Niall calm down, shhh." He cooed, trying to get Niall to breath and settle down.
The sight of Niall so broken was just proof that this situation was one of the worst we'd ever be faced with. Niall rarely cried, he was the happy-go-lucky kid, the one with the stomach that was a endless pit of doom, the one that laughed at everything and knew exactly how to cheer you up.

I knew everything was going to get much harder from here on out.

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NIALL'S POV

I cried onto Zayn's shoulder, his good shoulder. He was wearing a sling on the other one and a cast on his leg.
This hospital is making me lose every sense of hope. The nurses constantly running about and calling out the most horrific things, code red, code blue, dahdahdah… it's terrible.
I can't stop thinking about Harry and life without him. There won't be anymore One Direction, there won't be a reason for us four to be together anymore. We'll lose more than just a bandmate, we'll lose a brother, a best friend, a much needed staple in our everyday lives.
We'll lose everything.

Zayn shushed me, telling me calm down and other coos he could manage. His hand rubbing my back. I was thankful for his comfort, he was strong in really tough situations.
My crying ceased and I looked up at Zayn with puffy red eyes, he just gave me a small smile and wiped my wet cheeks and eyes with him thumbs. I gave a weak smile in return and put my head on his chest, still not ready to be on my own.

Zayn was playing with my hair when a doctor walked in the room wearing pale green scrubs and a face mask half way off his face.
Louis immediately turned around, his face stark white and I saw Liam grip his trembling hands.

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LOUS' POV

I felt my face drain of color as I saw the doctor enter the room, clipboard in hand.
"Hi boys, I have some news about your friend Harold." He had a serious voice that made me extremely nervous and I was thankful for Liam holding my hands in his because I was shaking.
"He's very lucky to alive, he was on the side of the impact during the crash and it's nearly a miracle he's breathing." My breath caught in my throat… how bad was it? Will Harry be the same? What if-
"He's suffered a badly broken leg, which we've set in place and is now in a cast. But, due to him being on the side of impact, he hit his head pretty hard, causing a brain injury. We aren't sure how bad it is yet. He's currently in a coma, but at the moment it's better that way. His body will have time to rest and recover, although he could suffer memory loss, which could be temporary, but we have to wait until he awakens to know for sure."
I couldn't react. I couldn't move.
"He's in room 309, you can go see him if you like." He gave a sad smile and left.
I felt like my body had been crushed by a million bricks. Harry was in a coma… a coma.
I could only stare at the door that the doctor exited. My mind was buzzing but felt blank and empty.

I looked over to Niall and Zayn, Niall was helping Zayn into a wheelchair and Liam was looking at me, I knew he wanted to know if I was okay… but I wasn't.
"I want to see him." I said, trying to hide any form of emotion I had. I couldn't break. I had to be strong for Harry.

Niall pushed Zayn in his wheelchair first, the Liam and I followed, Liam staying close by me, which I appreciated greatly.

We had to take the lift to Harry's floor and walk down a couple of odd hallways to get to his room.
309, was printed in a large font, with a piece of paper with "Harold Styles" slipped in the slot beneath the numbers.
I swallowed and followed Niall and Zayn inside, Liam still by my side.
Zayn wheeled right up to Harry, and Niall followed, sitting in a chair and so did Liam… but I couldn't move. I stood in the doorway and stared at Harry. Wires and tubes all over, needles in his arms. The beeping of the heart monitor… Harry himself was lifeless. He was smack dab in the middle of the bed, his arms at his sides, a scratchy blanket covered his body. His face was cleaned up, small scratches and a few bruises were all that remained on his skin. A chunk of his hair was missing at the back of his head and I could tell by the way his head was slightly turned. He had a bandage around his head too, the bald spot poking out a bit.

I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, I want to throw things and tell everyone that this wasn't real. That my best friend and boyfriend was not in a hospital with a broken leg and currently unconscious. I wanted to kick and yell and throw a fit, but I couldn't. Because this is real, my boyfriend, the boy I love more than any and all things in the world is hurt, he's motionless in a hospital bed.