Don't say good bye

Niall is just having another day. What happens when he gets into a car accident on his way to a friends house? Will he be okay or will the boys have to say good bye? Read it to find out.


9. The end is near

Zayn's pov:

I was standing in the room watching niall lye on the bed watching TV. He hadn't moved at all from the position I had put him in. It was scaring me to death. Then I noticed that his breathing was starting to slow down. I ran to the door and yelled as loud as I could down stairs in hope that Liam would here me and hurry up. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "LIAM HELP ME NIALL'S DYING!!!!"


Liam's pov:

I was down stairs arguing with Louis and Harry over weather or not Niall was getting worse. When we all stopped talking long enough to hear Zayn yell from up stairs. I think he was saying, "LIAM HELP ME NIALL'S DYIG!!!" What ever he was saying I could tell that it wasn't good news. I ran up stairs with Harry and Louis ruining be hind me they wore both as scared as I was. I ran into the room to see that Niall had almost stopped breathing completely. I turned to Harry and Louis with tears in my eyes and said, "Guys he's not getting better. Niall's gonna dye." Louis pushed me to the side and walked up to Niall with Harry behind him. Both of them had  tears in their eyes.


Louis's pov:

I got ahold of my self and took charge. I turned to Harry who was now cradling Niall's almost life less body and crying. I said, "Harry I cant do this alone. Will you help me?" He looked up to me with bright red teary eyes and said, "Yes." I said, "Okay, Here's what we do. Harry start pumping air into his lungs. Liam call 9-1-1. Zayn you keep track of his plus. Ill go out side and see if I can find someone to help us move him into the car in case the police and ambulance don't get here in time." They all nodded and did what they had to do.


Harry's pov:

I pushing as much air as I could into his lungs. I was crying every time I went to go and listen for a heart beat. To think that this was all my fault. I had caused all this pain for pour Nialler. I couldn't take it. At that moment I had quietly told my self that if Niall died so would I. If he lived thew I would try to do everything that I can to make up for what  I put him threw and hope that he would forgive me. I looked over to Zayn who was crying just as hard I was. He kept saying, "This isn't fare. Niall is such a nice person. Why should this happen to him." Not even a minute had passed by and the police and the ambulance had come bursting in threw the doors. I walked down the stairs with them and the lads watching the pale figure we called niall on the stretcher get taken out of our sites.


I went out side with the lads to get into Louis's car when I noticed that about a million people and fans had all shown up to see what was happing. The news crew and everything were their to yet they asked us no questions and just let us pass threw. It was almost like they new what the awnsers wore. What scared me the most was the fact that they all had sad grave faces on. As if to say were so sorry for your lose. I knew that they wore right to say that but at the same time I didn't want to think it was true.

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