Constant | Louis Tomlinson

[ COMPLETED ] ** CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING DUE TO AMATEUR WRITING AND MISTAKES ** ||||| Tarin was a typical girl. She was enjoying her last year of high school, with her few close friends. She had never thought much about boys, she focused on her academics. With graduation only two months away, and university starting in four months, she had all her focus on her future career, that was until she met this boy. This boy who was like no other. This boy who would steal her heart. This boy who would change her life forever. ||||| Warning: There are scenes of sexual content, foul language, self-harm, drug use, underage alcohol use, and violence in this fan fiction. ||||| Louis Tomlinson ||||| Also can be found on wattpad, where I follow back

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I turned my head in the direction of Harry's voice, "Never been happier." I watched as his mouth slowly turned into a smile, his dimples making an appearance. He grabbed Penny's hand, lacing their fingers together without ever taking his eyes off the road.

I instinctively looked at Caycia who was sitting on the other side of the back seat of Harry's large SUV from me. I wished so badly that Liam had come along with us, forcing Caycia to sit in the middle, just so I could feel the electricity which radiated through me each time we made even the slightest amount of contact. She was watching Harry and Penny's hands, staring at them with a smile spread across her features. You could tell she was truly happy for her best friend, happy that she was happy.

The pain in my cheeks brought about the sudden realization that I too, had been smiling, overwhelmed by the overall happiness and tranquility within the car. I was smiling because I was happy for my mate who was head over heels in love. He found his The Notebook, true to the death romance. That was what I have wanted with Caycia all of these years. I was smiling at our close proximity. It was just so relieving to be in Caycia's company without Zayn. Whenever Zayn was around us, I had to admit, my jealousy did spike slightly. I found myself smiling at her beauty, at her smile, at her true happiness in that moment.

Then I watched as her face twisted in confusion, in pain, in pure agony. I know they always talk about these things, it's as if they happen in slow motion. I must say, that's true. It was as if time had frozen around us, suddenly nothing was moving anymore. There truly was no other way to explain it. You feel your chest begin to thump as the adrenaline rushes everywhere in your body, pumping it into areas where it's never been before, at a force that your brain can't capacitate. Suddenly you can't remember where you are, who you're with, and you can't seem to look away from what's about to happen.

Looking out the front windshield, it was imminent what was about to happen, but I have never felt so powerless to stop something. I watched Zayn's car drive through the intersection. I watched as the large black truck ran the red light, swerving straight into the side of Zayn's small car. Suddenly my ears began ringing, all I could hear was the hateful screech of tires on the pavement.

My heart was racing and honestly I thought I was about to have a heart attack. The adrenaline was too much for my body to handle. I felt such a lack of control for the situation, all I could do was sit and watch as Harry swerved the SUV, slamming on the brakes, missing the rear end of Zayn's car and the front end of the truck by mere feet.

Zayn's car flipped once, the crunching of metal became the only thing my ears could pick up. It flipped a second time, hitting the curb in the middle which split the traffic up, shattering the windows.

It was then I realized that Caycia was screaming, her left hand gripping so tightly onto my right hand that her knuckles were white. It was a scream I'll never forget, like the scream people hear when a mother loses her child.

Zayn's car flipped a third time, rolling over the median line, into oncoming traffic. Somehow, Caycia gripped my hand even tighter. Finally we watched it flip another time over the two lanes of oncoming traffic, rolling onto its roof.

Caycia was suddenly ripping her seatbelt off, and I grabbed her arm, trying to stop her. She turned to look at me, her eyes already swollen and bloodshot. She opened the car door, running through traffic. "Zayn!" She was screaming at the top of her lungs. I whipped my seatbelt off just as quick, throwing my door open.

"Harry call 911!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I was running, as fast as my legs could carry me, with all of the adrenaline pumping throughout me and I still couldn't catch up to Caycia.

Cacyia was already at the car, which was a complete wreck. There was no telling it was still a car. The roof had caved in as it flipped. Caycia was screaming at the top of her lungs, and as I finally caught up to her I realized what exactly she was screaming about.

Among the shattered glass, the various pieces of what's left of Zayn's car, there was blood.

Pools of blood.

Never in my life had I seen so much blood.

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