I woke up with a massive headache. What happened last night after our concert? Woah! Where am I?! I know for a fact that this is NOT my hotel. I hear some footsteps and I start to tremble uncontrollably. Who is that?! I pretend that I'm sleeping. I hear a female voice say, "...I know your not sleeping." I open my eyes to find a girl smirking.


31. Louis's Point Of View

Who would have ever guessed that my best mate could hot wire a car?? Not me! But that's pretty cool and it's now life saving. Poor Niall. I look back and he's bleeding through Zayn's shirt. I take my shirt off and lean over the seat. I try to take off Zayn's shirt as softly as possible and replace it with mine. Wait. Niall didn't cuss at me... Uh oh. I turn back and yell, "Drive faster Harold!!!" I check the dash. We are going 95kilos. I look out the windshield and I see London slowly coming into view. Just hold on Niall! We're almost there!! And out of habit I start humming Little Things. The rest of the boys join along being it so catchy, except for Niall. The song sounds horrible without him. When we get to his solo, we wait and wait. But there is no responce. I start crying for Niall and so do the other lads. Perrie tries to help the lighten the mood by filling in for Niall, but it just makes things worse. I look out the window again and we are now within London's city limits. Suddenly Harry comes to a sharp stop. Traffic, of course!! I say, "Okay, we have two options here. Either we stay in traffic and have him bleed out more and wait a really long time. OR we can carry him, while running to the hospital and hurt him a little more. Let's vote on it. Who wants to stay?" Harry and Perrie raise their hands. "And to go?" Zayn, Liam, and I raise our hands. Looks like we're leaving. We take quickly action. The nearest hospital is three blocks away. We all grab a part of Niall and completely ditch the car. We run as fast as we can and a few people call 999 for us. Someone even asked for an autograph, and at a time like this!! When we finally get to the hospital, he is leaving a thick trail of blood everywhere we go. Luckily a nurse soon saw us and called out for assistance and a gurnee. We place Niall down on the gurnee and the nurses rush him into a surgical room. We try to follow after him, but the nurses block us and tell us to go sit in the waiting room. I sit down on the nearest available chair and Harry plops down right next to me. I notice the nurses chatting and I can't help but nosily listen in. "He lost a lot of blood-" "I don't think he'll make it. Anyone who lost that much blood is a gonner-" "You don't know that for certain-" "Yes. I do. He's probably dead right now, in fact." The second nurse's beeper goes off. "Well if you'll excuse me. I have to tend to an ALIVE patient." Oh my God. I start bawling. And Harry rubs my back consulingly. How could he even say that?? Niall has to live. He just HAS to!!
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