Crashing into Harry(A One Direction fan fiction)

Mikayla Alexandra Patterson is the daughter of a popular news anchor. When she has to fill in for her mother for an interview, she has no idea she has the interview One Direction. Before all this, Mikayla meets Harry by crashing into him. She keeps crashing into him. Each time sparks fly. What happenes next? Especially since she starts to fall for Liam. And what if her new best friend starts to fall for her too? Then Mikayla's perfect world with One Direction crumbles down when she gets a call. Heartbreak, love, trustworthiness, saddness, and despair all play a huge factor in this compelling fan fiction about One Direction.


26. Craziness

Noise. All I could hear was noise. I couldn’t make out anything anyone was saying. I moved my head slowly. Or I tried too. People were hurrying above me. I had no idea what was going on. I felt the cold hard pavement beneath me. Raindrops glittered as they fell from the inky black sky. Then like a flash, the pain appeared. My body felt like it was being set on fire, run over by an 18 wheeler thousands of times, and being poisoned. It hurt so bad I had to grit my teeth so hard my jaw hurt. I raised my hand and saw it was covered in the scarlet liquid. It was beautiful but I knew it was my blood.

 I turned my head and saw Zayn. He looked terrible. His face was covered in blood. A huge gash ran from the corner of his mouth to the corner of his eye. I looked down and saw that we still were holding hands. We weren’t really. I was helping him up when the car hit us. His body looked broken. I knew mine was probably the same or worse. Zayn’s eyes fluttered open and he locked eyes with me.

“Mikayla?” he stuttered.

“Zayn.” I said. It was difficult to talk. It was difficult to breath. It was difficult to move. I inhaled sharply as someone touched my hand gently.

“Mikayla! Sweetie you are going to be okay. We are going to take you to the hospital now. You are in critical condition and I need you to stop talking and moving. Just concentrate on breathing. I know it hurts but we will get you all fixed up.”

I looked back to the sky when I heard someone talking to me. A man with a kind face was staring at me with kind and concerned eyes. He had on a uniform that indicated he was an EMT.

“I have to stay with him. Don’t take me away from him.” I said.

“Who?” he said.

“Zayn. Don’t let me be taken away again.” I pleaded.

The last time this happened they took me away from Harry. That was the worst thing that they did for me. Without Harry, I had completely lost any connection with my previous life.

“Honey, we have to. We can’t move you together on the stretcher. You are too big and in a lot of pain. It would hurt worse.” The man tried to reason with me.

“No! I have to stay with him. Please. The last time I lost my memory and I had nothing to help me regain it. I have to stay with him. He helps me. Please. I don’t care if it hurts. Or if we are too big. Please just let me stay with him.” I begged.

They were going to take me away from Zayn and have my memory be taken away from me once again. This couldn’t be happening.

The man sighed.

“You! Bring over a large stretcher now!” the man said.

“Thank you!” I said.

“Shush. Don’t talk. You will be in a lot of pain very soon and I need you to concentrate on breathing and staying awake. Do that for me.” The man said.

I nodded and pain exploded in my temple. I winced and more pain erupted. Blood gushed down my face. The man wiped it away and I saw his name tag. His name was John.

I laid there next to my best friend and thought about what was going to happen. What would happen if I died? What would happen if Zayn died? I couldn’t think anymore. All I felt was Zayn’s hand in mine and his breathing slowly getting weaker and weaker. I noticed mine was too. I squeezed Zayn’s hand and I felt him squeeze it back.

“Honey, on three we are going to lift you onto the stretcher than Zayn. Don’t worry you will be together the whole time. Just bear with me for a little while.” John said.

I counted to three and I felt my body being lifted into the air and then onto a stretcher. I inhaled sharply and gritted my teeth to try and conceal my pain.

“I know it hurts. It’s going to be okay. Don’t worry.” John said, calmly.

“Here comes Zayn.” John said.

I felt Zayn being laid next to me. He was squished up next to me and I felt his heartbeat. I laced my fingers with his. I needed him. To keep my memory. And for comfort. I knew in my heart that I loved Zayn. I had been in love with Liam and first with Harry. I still love Liam as I do Harry. But after this if we survived this we would have been through the worst.

“I love you, Zayn.” I said to him.

I felt his heartbeat speed up as he tried to speak.

“Don’t. I just wanted you to know that. I love you. And I always will. Best friends forever, Zayny.” I said, and I blacked out.

*About four hours later*

I opened my eyes to see doctors hovering over me with masks on.

“She is awake. More morphine. Knock her back out. Now!” I heard shuffling and then I felt pain. Incredible pain. It was so bad I couldn’t even think, ’This hurts’. I suddenly felt woozy and I blacked out again.

*Another four hours later*

“Shhh! Can’t you see she is sleeping?”

“Well no duh! It’s obvious.”

“Well than shut up so we can let her rest.”

“She looks so different.”

“I’m so sorry. I had no idea she was there. Or he was there either.”

“Guys! Look! Her eyelids!”

My eyelids fluttered open. I had been trying to open them for quite a while. I stared up into the worried faces of my family. I smiled. Scratch that, I tried to smile. My cheeks burned and I gasped at the pain.

“Don’t move sweetie. Just don’t”

I looked up and saw the loving face of my boyfriend.

Okay then. I was just going to have to speak to them.

“B-bo-boys.” I stuttered.

“Hey Mik. You look terrible.” Louis said, like well Louis.

“Th-Thanks Lou.”

“Louis! Don’t say that.” Niall said.

“It’s ok. Niall.” I spoke with pauses. I was regaining my speech and I was able to talk without causing myself too much pain.

“Mik. You really shouldn’t be talking.” Liam said, like the worried Liam he is. That’s why I loved him.

“Fine. Liam. I love. You. All.” I said slowly.

“We love you too Mik.” They all chorused.

I stared into their eyes. But one was missing. Zayn. I missed him so much right now. My heart felt like a piece of it was missing. It was. Zayn was that piece.

“Za-“I began but was shushed by Harry.

“He’s getting his surgery. He was in stable condition before you went in and he was until now. They rushed him into the room when we arrived.” Harry reported.

Oh no. This is all my fault. If I didn’t run away he would have never came after me. I would have never fallen in the street. I would have never pulled him down with me. This is all my fault. I felt guilt, depression, and sadness overcome my heart, my mind, and my body. I caused this. This was all my fault.

“I-I’m going to sleep now.” I remember hearing myself say.

I shut my eyes shielding them from the now painful light. The thought this is all my fault burned like a wildfire through my tired mind. I finally gave in to the welcoming arms of blissful unconsciousness.

I opened my eyes to see that I was in a meadow. Not a hospital bed. I looked around in confusion. I wasn’t covered in blood. I had no pain what so ever. Either I was dead or this is a dream.

“Mikayla!” I heard a voice. A very familiar and comforting voice.

“Zayn, what are we doing her? Are we dead?” I asked him.

He looked good. I mean better than the last time I saw him which was covered in blood and broken.

“I don’t know. But did you really mean what you said? That you loved me?” he asked me, staring into my eyes.

I stared right back. Did I truly really love him?

“Yes. Yes I did. But we can’t tell anyone else. Or until Liam and I are done. I do truly love you.” I replied.

Zayn picked me up with a joyous laugh and he kissed me.

“Mikayla!?” I heard someone calling my name.

“Mikayla! Wake up! Please wake up!”

What was wrong was I dead? No because if I was I couldn’t hear.

I opened my eyes and saw Liam.

Relief flooded through his eyes. He kissed me on the mouth. This kiss was different from the one I shared with Zayn in the dream. It was so realistic, I thought it was real. That it actually happened. But no. It didn’t.

“I love you.” Liam said.

“I love you too. Now can you get off of me? You are crushing me.” I said, with a smile.

But as I said those words, I thought, “Did I really mean it?”


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