The Haze

Priscilla was an ordinary girl that would go on an extraodinary trip. Everything felt like an unreal haze, a dream she never wanted to wake up from. As if traveling with her best friend wasn't great enough, she falls in love with the last person she would ever think of. Would he hurt her like the rest have? Or could she finally let down her guard and let someone in. Hopefully she doesn't wake up and realize that this dream became a nightmare.


11. The Ride

Liam's P.O.V.

            I walked into the hotel room the lads and I shared while still holding Bre's hand. At the sight of us Louis made kissey faces and commented saying "Look at you two love birds, OOOH LA LA." Until he say our facial expressions and Bre's blood shot eyes.

"What's wrong?" Louis asked.

"Zayn and Priscilla got into a car accident on the way back to the hotel."

"Are they okay?!" Niall asked, with panic rising in his voice.

"Yeah they are okay," Bre replied back, "We are just waiting for the call back telling us what hospital they are at."

"Are you alright?" Harry asked, "You look quite sick."

"Yeah I'm fine," Bre said. I knew she wasn't. She was being awfully quiet, and that's not like her. The room was somber. Everyone looked upset and on the verge of tears.

 Zayn's P.O.V.

            The ambulance finally came. I was worried the driver would die in my arms if they had come any later. The siren was blaring so loudly I knew my ears would be ringing once the siren stopped. The paramedics took over and told us to sit anywhere that would be out of their way. Because we weren't that badly hurt they said they would check on us once we got to the hospital. Their main focus was the driver. I looked over at Priscilla to see she appeared to be deep in thought, and she wouldn't stop shaking her leg. I made a mental note that shaking her leg was something she did when she got worried, nervous or scared.

"Love," I said softly.

"Huh? ...Oh sorry I blanked out." She said stuttering. I moved closer to her then and put her on my lap. I wrapped my arms around her protectively and kissed her sweetly on the top of her head.

"When we were about to crash, you were the only thought on my mind. I only wanted to protect you." I said. She got off my lap so she could look at me.

"Why?" She asked me breathlessly.

"I know it's way too soon to be saying it, but....I...."


"I think I'm falling in love with you." She kissed me then and I could feel her tears. I tasted the saltiness that trailed onto my lip.

"Why are you crying love?"

                                                                                                   Priscilla P.O.V.

            This was way too good to be true. These moments with him are bittersweet because I'm so scared they are going to end. That he's going to wake up tomorrow morning and realize that I'm not worth loving, that he can do better. It's true. He says that he's falling in love with me but if I fall too will he drop me? He can have any girl in the world, why would he want me? What happens after this vacation is over? I realized I had been silent for too long, I hadn't answered his question. I couldn't tell him how I was really feeling. I would sound stupid and way over emotional.

"No one has ever said that to me. Not like that anyway." I said, it wasn't a lie. It's the truth.

"Come back onto my lap, I want to hold you until we get there."  he said. I nodded and climbed into his embrace.  I asked a nurse what hospital we would be going to and then called Bre and my mom. They were both so worried. My mom nearly had a panic attack on the phone. After reassuring them both that I was okay, I gave them directions to the hospital we were being brought to.

"Do you miss your mom?" I asked Zayn abruptly.

"Yes, a lot quite honestly. My sisters and dad too." he said quietly.

"When will you be seeing them again?"
"When this vacation is over  we are all going home. I'll be seeing them then." Zayn said, with a half smile on his face.

"I'm glad you're seeing them soon. I know I would miss my family too."

            The sirens shut off and I felt deaf. The ambulance stopped moving and I knew we were here. Zayn and I were admitted inside the hospital as the doctors began to check on us. As they took the man away from us I  made a silent prayer, asking god to keep that man alive. He could be a father to someone, a brother, or even someone's lover. I'm sure someone cares about this poor man.

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