From here and on the other side. I'll spend my entire life proving just that.

It took five hours for us to leave the house after discovering the activity on my phone. Only now I wish we hadn't of left because it seems that I can't even drive correctly.

"You okay?" Louis asks gently palming the back of my head. He's trying not to show how shaken up he is or that his head is definitely throbbing, because i know it is, and if his head is ready to pound off then I'm sure he can tell my head is killing me. "Babe, do you need to sit down? Shit-- yeah, let me help you."

"M'fine," I mumble between small shocks of pain. "Fuck, that car came out of nowhere. Look at the impact." I turn and shudder as I see Harry's car, totaled and the door hanging off. "Fuck, look at Harry's car! He's going to fucking kill me!"

"No--he'll be happy we're--you're okay. It wasn't our fault, the fucking asshole missed the red light! Probably trashed off their face." Louis grumbles hand on his head as he tries to breathe. He knows Im freaking out. Can see it in my eyes and the way my hand is trembling. His body keeps twitching towards me like he wants to hug me.

I know he wants to make me sit so he can make sure I won't fall. "Let me call Harry while the cops show up. You sit down and let me handle the greedy little details."

I'm glad no one has stopped to pay attention to us and I'm terrified to see how the other driver is doing.

"Okay," I mumble too frazzled to even bring up the fact that Louis has hardly spoken to Harry in months. Or that every time Harry's name is mentioned his face cracks in fury and his fist clench tightly.

I really hope that Harry won't be too mad but if he is I hope he doesn't sue me thinking I did this out of spite. That I'm only ruining his property because I found out he was a dirty cheater and this is me trying to punish and guilt him.

Louis moves away ear already against his phone. I can't hear him but I can see his lips moving and at one point I see his eyebrows rise and his lips pucker.

I wish I could hear what they're saying to at least get in idea of how mad Harry is or to hear the sheer surprise that comes from Harry after seeing Louis' name pop up in his phone. But Louis is finished, almost too quickly, and walks back face much too neutral for my liking.

"How mad is he? Shit, no-- don't tell me."

"I don't actually know," Louis stammers with a frown. He looks just as lost as I feel but not more because no one on earth is as lost as I am in this point in time. "He honestly hung up-- he didn't...I don't know."

"That's not good--" My eyes blink furiously and tightly and I don't think the pounding behind my ears is normal. "Lou, what if he thinks I did this on purpose?! That I'm just some crazy bitch who is trying to deface his things for revenge? Louis--" I mumble squeezing my eyes shut.

"Oh shit," he reacts quickly. He grips my upper arms and helps me back on the curb as the medics finally arrive. A few go to the other car and some come to us. They flash a light in my eyes and then force Louis to sit next to me softly. They have me follow one of their fingers with my eyes and then drape a red blanket over Louis and I's shoulders. The cops crouch down and begin asking questions that Louis' sure I have no answer to right now.

"Take it easy with her she's obviously in pain." Louis hisses at everyone around us seeing as they don't know the meaning of gentle and sympathy for someone who's just been in a wreck.

Hours, maybe minuets pass, a crowd has already formed around us and the mystery driver in the Convertible has been taken to a hospital. Louis was right when he bet they were drunk.

They were completely, one hundred percent, fucked off their face. Louis keeps saying that if he could leave me alone he would just so he could kill the bastard for endangering us and ruining a car that isn't ours and forcing us to see someone we clearly don't want to see.

I hear the screams first and my head shoots up. The shrills of happiness and cries of surprise. I don't understand why it's happening. Maybe they've just realized Louis is Louis Tomlinson and that he's just been in an accident.

Either way... there is nothing to celebrate.

Except, maybe there is, for everyone else that is. Especially if that tall, beanie covered, head is who I think it is. It just might be with the way my eyes have begun to fill without my permission. They kneel in front of me and take my head in their hands and press a small kiss on my forehead breathing relieved.

"Don't fucking touch her," Louis snarls. I know he would've pushed him away had his legs not felt as shaky as mine.

"You're okay, you're okay." Harry chants softly kissing my head gently between words and ignoring Louis. "Fuck, you're okay. You are okay, yeah?"

"Harry I'm so so--"

"You're okay," Harry interrupts not letting me finish my desperate apology. I need him to know this wasn't on purpose. "I thought-- oh thank God, you're okay." He helps me stand, even though I'm pretty sure they want me to stay down. Or at least allow some one to carry me. He pulls me into him and wraps his arms tightly around me while managing to ignore the clear 'awes' around us.

If they knew our situation and what had happened the last couple of days I don't think they'd be cooing at us at all.

"Louis!" My head snaps at the sound of Ben's voice as he runs towards Lou after being let in by the officers blocking the crowd from coming too close. I wonder who called him? His eyes connect with mine for a second before I can't take it anymore and look away. Louis rests his head on Ben's shoulder as he tries to calm down. He looks relaxed in Ben's hold. It's a sight for sore eyes. "Oh, Lou, thank God."

"M'fine," Louis murmurs. "Presley, bab--"

"I have her," Harry says cutting him off gently. "Relax Lou."

"Don't tell me what to do." He bites back and glares up at him. "Keep her calm and enjoy being near her right now. Soon I'll get you to leave anyway." He clamps his eyes shut and leans his head back down on Ben.

Ben looks at me with sad eyes, "Are you okay?" He asks me worried and soft.

I nod and look away quickly because looking at Ben hurts. And being in Harry's arms after so long is cruel because he's going to leave me. He doesn't want me anymore. He's only here because I wrecked his car.

"Harry-- your car, I'm so sorry."

"I don't care about the car," My stomach flips in hope he won't kill me. "Forget about the fucking car. Just--I was so worried and I would've been here sooner had they let me leave like decent human beings-- had to storm out, and Lou said you were-- fuck, baby, how do you feel? The last time--"

"Harry, I'm okay. I'm fine." My eyes want to leak when I see how concerned Harry is. I don't want to make a big fuss over this. The car (luckily) took most of the impact, even though I'm feeling it in the back of my skull. I don't want to let myself get used to being in Harry's embrace agin. It would be inhumane. "Your car though-- Harry, I swear I'll pay for it! It'll take a while, but--"

"Stop it, just let me hold you. I swear I died every time I thought you were-- no, you're okay. You're okay."

"I'm okay," I promise rubbing small shapes on his back. The need to calm him is second nature for me. It is out of habit really. I feel him shudder and I try my best to squeeze him in reassurance. "Harry, I'm okay."

Harry pulls back and cups the back of my head. He frowns, his eyebrows furrowing at my noticeable wince. "Your head, baby, how bad does it hurt?"

"Only a bit," I say immediately, already sensing the panic radiating off of Harry. "Harry it's fine, they said it's only a bruise and it'll cause mild head aches for the next few hours but I'm--" I shake the dizzy away and finish. "Fine."

"Sir, is this your car?"

I feel Harry hold back a growl as were interrupted. He keeps me close, arm tightly woven around me.

"Yes, where's the prick who hit it? They could've killed her! Where are they?"

"Harry," I don't like the tone of Harry's voice. I don't like the way everyone around us is peering in, and filming. Or the sudden pain my head is causing. I squeeze my eyes shut again and try to stay conscious. "Please, it's okay."

"Okay? This is not fucking okay! They could have hurt you worse! They could've--" Harry shudders visibly and shakes his head. He presses my body closer to him. "Where are they?" He turns his attention back to the officer who looks between us awkwardly and begins to stammer out the location of the intoxicated driver.

"She--"

"She?" I repeat surprised. I let my head rest on Harry's shoulders and wait for confirmation. "It's a she?"

"Yes mam."

"You tell her she'll be hearing from my lawyer. She won't get away with this." Harry promises already walking away to the nearest medical technician.

"Harry, it was an accident--"

"Bumping into you is an accident. Spilling your drink is an accident. Nearly killing you in a car wreck is not an accident! I'd kick her ass but she's and she and not here! Fucking bitch, endangering you like that! Fuck, no, I'm not going to let this go."

"H--"

"Can you please attend to my wife's head? She's in pain." Louis and Ben walk over. Lou raises his eyebrows in question in my direction. He mouths 'wife,' and all I can do is shrug just as surprised.

I don't get a chance to say anything as they take me away and sit me on the edge of the ambulance as they begin the same technique they had just done before Harry had arrived.

I rub my forehead and I want to cry at the sudden pain.

"Pain level?"

"Seven." I mumble unsteadily.

"Are you dizzy? Feeling weak legs? Walking shakily?"

"I'm...shit, I'm fine. I've got a bit of a head ache but I'm okay."

"The back of her head hurts," Harry butts in. He almost pushes the technician out of the way when he presses to hard and causes a small yelp from my lips. "What the fuck are you doing!?"

"Sir I have to check to se--"

"Don't fucking--"

"Presley?"

I feel hands on my shoulders. My hand stops rubbing over my face and I let my head rest on Harry who pushed the technician out of the way.

"Baby?"

And I think the pain in my head has won and that I'm going to sleep for a tiny bit.

Notes

Car accidents are serious feeling revealers.