Don't Get Too Close // Liam Payne AU

They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go

Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
~Demons by Imagine Dragons

~Cover by @Direction_infection5

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9. Fatal Accidents

Don't Get Too Close~ Fatal Accidents

I just stared at the bubbles, searching for the power of my voice to yell, scream, say anything to get the boys attention, but nothing was there. I couldn't find my voice; it was non-existent. Of all the moments to be frozen in one place, it had to be right now, while my friend was drowning in the water.

Tears streamed rapidly down my face as I saw those bubbles surfacing. Harry and Zayn looked at me, immediately stopping what they were doing, "Julina, what's wrong love? Why are you crying?" Harry asked worriedly, noticing the tears rolling down my face. I still couldn't say anything. I could only point to the bubbles in the water.

Zayn immediately knew what was going on and dove under the water to retrieve the drowning boy. It wasn't long before Zayn was dragging Niall's limp body out of the water, and laying him gently on the ground. 

I heard a good amount of screaming coming from the three people behind me, "Analeigh! Call 911!" I heard Zayn yell.

"That'll take too long Zayn. We'll bring him ourselves, just get him conscious." Harry fired back. I couldn't move from my place on the dock. My world spun around me as everything happened in the blink of an eye. The tears were continuous, and there was no way I could make them stop. That voice popped in again. She always pops in at the "right" time.

"This was your fault," she growled at me. "You were just about to let your best friend die. What kind of friend are you?" she hissed.Tears flooded down my face. I didn't want to believe her. In fact, normally I would never believe her, but this time, I did. I believed every venomous word she said. I almost let my best friend die. 

I suddenly felt hands underneath my arms, lifting me up from my hands and knees to my feet. I turned to see Harry . He didn't say a word to me nor I to him. He took me away from the water and brought me up to Analeigh's side. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I turned to her and cried into her shoulder, watching Zayn perform CPR on Niall. I watched him push down on Niall's chest four times before giving him mouth-to-mouth.

Nothing...

"Harry, we should really call someone!" Zayn cried as he continued to do CPR and mouth-to-mouth.

"They will take to long Zayn. He'll be dead before they get here. Just do what I said." Harry ordered. Zayn continued with his routine; four chest compressions, then mouth-to-mouth. Harry went to Niall's side, holding his wrist, trying to check for his pulse.

Nothing...

"Harry? He's not coming to." Zayn said shakily.

"Keep going Zayn. He's still here. Just keep going." Harry ordered again.

Nothing...

"Harry, I can't,"

"Zayn!" Harry yelled. Zayn looked up at Harry with tears in his eyes, "You've been trained to do this," Harry said softly. "Just keep going."

Zayn continued, doing four more chest compressions then mouth-to-mouth. Water came out of Niall's mouth as he coughed, taking a deep breath of air on his own. Zayn smiled, wiping the tears away.

"Niall? Can you hear me?" Harry asked. Niall opened his eyes slightly, and grunted before closing them again, "Niall?" Harry said again, but there was no response from Niall. "He's stable enough to get to the hospital." Harry said.

Zayn glared at him, "How the fuck would you know? You're not a doctor." Zayn spat harshly.

"Zayn, we don't have time to argue. Just help me get him into the truck." Harry said, wrapping his arms around Niall's thighs, lifting him up into the air. At the same time, Zayn had lifted Niall up by the shoulders. They carefully walked over to the truck, setting him down gently in the back seat.

"Analeigh!" Harry called. Analeigh and I ran over to the truck upon hearing her name being called. "You sit back here with him. Pull up the closest hospital on your GPS and go to it. Zayn, you'll drive the truck, and follow her instructions. Julina and I will take Niall's car, and we'll be right behind you." Harry said before turning to me, "Do you know where his keys are?" he asked. 

I nodded, and turned on my heels, heading into the cabin. They were left on the counter by the sink in the kitchen. I grabbed them and ran outside to Harry, handing him the keys. 

"Thank you, love" he said, pausing for a moment, "Okay guys, let's go!" 

We made our way down the driveway and sped down the open road.

- - - - - - - - - -

The car ride was quiet, almost like the one earlier today with Niall. I frowned as I thought about my best friend. I tried to picture him healthy instead of hurt, but it hurt more to think about it. 

I didn't say a word. I haven't been able to; I can't find my voice, or the strength to even talk. Even if I did try to, no one would understand me anyway. I would be crying too much for anyone to understand me. I could tell Harry wanted to say something just by the way he looked over me every five minutes, contemplating what he should say. Honestly, the quieter the car ride, the better.

I wasn't able to shake that damn voice from my mind since she said the dreadful sentence. "You were just about to let your best friend die."

That one sentence repeated through my mind, like an annoying mantra that you just want to stop and go away. Tears continued to roll down my face, and I repeatedly sniffled and wiped the tears away. I don't think I have stopped crying since all of this first happened.

"Julina?" Harry said softly, breaking the silence between us. I turned to look at him. His green eyes were soft and caring, wanting to make me feel better, wanting to lift this weight off my shoulders.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. I simply shook my head. I didn't want to talk about the fact that my best friend almost died right in front of me or that I just sat there as it happened, "You know, it might make you feel a little bit better if you talk about it." Harry continued to push.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. I said the one sentence that has bothered me so much, "I was just about the let my best friend die." I said as I stared blankly out the window.

Harry was quiet for a moment before he spoke, "You wouldn't have let him die. You pointed to the bubbles, and Zayn understood what was happening and saved him. None of this was your fault, love. None." he said, glancing over me then back to the road. Silence came over us again, leaving the sounds of a roaring engine, and tires flying down a paved road. 

Harry took a deep breath and looked at me, "So normal transition here. I'm having a party this coming weekend and I just wanted to know if you would like to go? Of course, you don't have to if you don't want to. Oh, and Niall can come too, if he's feeling up to it." Harry said, watching the road now.

I looked at him with a blank face, "My best friend is on his death bed, and you want to ask me to a party?" I asked quietly.

Harry pressed his lips into a flat line, "I just wanted to get your mind off of all of this." he said. I appreciate him trying to get my mind off it, and I wasn't mad about it. I just thought that now was really not the best time to ask me.

"Will you think about going?" he asked. "It'll be fun." he smiled.

I sighed, "Analeigh already asked me, and I said I would think about it, but I'm not so sure anymore."

"Because of what happened today?"

"Yeah. After what happened today, I really don't want to think about what I'm doing this coming weekend." I spat harshly. Harry just kept his eyes on the road, never taking them off it. I sighed to myself and rubbed my forehead, "I'm sorry Harry. I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm just a nervous wreck right at the moment."

Harry shook his head lightly, "No, you don't have to apologize, love. I wasn't being fair to you. You need time to talk about it and think about it, and I wanted to change the subject on you. If and when you want to talk about it, I'll always be here."

I sighed and smiled at him, "Thank you Harry. You have no idea how much that really means to me."

Harry smiled back at me. He adjusted himself in his seat, letting his hand rest on the arm rest that was placed in between us as he drove with the other hand on top of the steering wheel. I decided to be brave and place my hand in his. He smiled down at our hands together, making me smile as well. 

I don't trust guys easily, but I do trust Harry. There's just something different about him that makes me trust him more. He let our fingers intertwine and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, making me smile even more. We stayed like this for the rest of the car ride.

- - - - - - - - - -

When we arrived at the hospital, Harry and Zayn carried Niall into the ER with Analeigh and I close in tow.  

"Help! We need help!" Zayn cried. A nurse in green scrubs came running from behind the counter.  Her eyes widened as she hurried towards us. One other nurse scurried behind her as she came over to us 

"What happened?" the nurse in green scrubs asked. 

"He almost drowned." Harry told her. 

The nurse nodded, "Get me a gurney stat." she said to the other nurse in blue scrubs. The nurse quickly scurried off. The nurse, Carla was her name, checked his heart, lungs, and other vitals signs. The face she made did not make me feel any better.  

'You got here just in time." she said. The other nurse dressed in blue scrubs came over with a gurney. Harry and Zayn gently laid Niall on the gurney. The two nurses quickly took Niall away behind two giant double doors into the ER. 

Analeigh had her arm wrapped around me as tears crept down my face again. A nurse dressed in white slowly approached us with a clipboard and a pen, "Are any of you related to him?" she asked. 

We all shook our heads, "He doesn't have any family," I spoke up, hiccupping between words. "His parents moved away about two months ago." I said. The nurse gave me a strange look, but went along with what I said. I wasn't lying. It was the truth. 

"I take it you know the most about him then?" she asked me, and I nodded. "Good, you fill out these while you wait. If you would give us his parent's contact information, that would be great as well." the nurse said, handing me the clipboard, "You all can have a seat, someone will come and let you know when you can go in and see your friend."  

She smiled before going back to her desk. We all sat down in those chairs that look comfy, but are really hard as a rock. Suddenly the loud speaker came on, echoing through out the waiting room. "Dr. Turner to the ER, room 208 please. Dr. Turner to the ER, room 208." a voice boomed. My eyes widened at the sound of that name. 

"Julina, what's wrong?" Analeigh asked. 

I shook my head, "That's my mom." 

"Who is?" she questioned again. 

"Dr. Turner is my mother." I said as I stood from my chair. I walked over to the receptionist who was sitting behind her desk doing something on her computer, "Excuse me?" 

"Yes?" she asked as she looked up at me. 

"Would you be able to tell me what room my friend is in? He's the one that almost drowned." 

"Sure, hold on one moment." she picking up the phone and pressing a few numbers. "Hey Carla it's Megan. Do you know what room the boy who almost drowned is in?" she asked. I tapped my foot impatiently. "Alright, thank you," she said and hung up the phone, "He's in room 208." she said. 

I smiled and nodded, "Thank you." I said before returning to my chair. 

"God, my mom is going to come out here and drill me with questions like there is no tomorrow." I said as I placed my elbows on my knees, resting my head in my hands.  

"It'll be okay, Julina." Harry said, softly rubbing small circles in my back. He did have a way of making me feel better. I grabbed the paperwork and continued to fill it out to the best of my abilities. After about twenty minutes, I filled out all four sheets of paperwork, stood from my chair, and I brought the paperwork back up to the receptionist. 

"Thank you." she said smiling at me. 

"Can I ask you another question?" I asked. 

She nodded, "Sure." 

"Do you know when I'll be able to see my friend?" 

Her lips pressed into a flat line as she shook her head, "I don’t have a specific time, but someone will definitely let you know. "She said with a small smile. 

I nodded, "Okay, thank you." I said before going back to my seat. 

- - - - - - - - - - 

An hour and a half of worrying and thinking went by. No one has come to tell me that I could go see Niall. So many questions have crossed my mind. 

Was he okay? Was he awake? When could I see him? Why has no one come to tell me he was okay? 

This was a living nightmare. I couldn’t think of anything worse than this. What if I really did lose him? I would never be able to live with myself if I did lose him.  

"Julina?" a familiar voice said and my head snapped in the direction of the voice. I looked up to see my mother standing next to me with tears filling her eyes. She didn’t say anything to me; she just looked at me, almost as if she was at a loss of words. 

"Mom, say something?" I begged. "Is he okay?" 

"He isn't so well, Julina. What happened? I thought you were at the fair?" 

Tears streamed down my face away after they had stopped, "We were going to go to the fair, but our plans got changed. So we went to the cabin instead, and that’s where all of this happened." I wept.  

My mom sighed in disappointment, "Do you want to see him for a few minutes before we have to go home?" she asked, changing the subject. 

"Yes!" I said as I shot up from my chair.  

"Alright. Come with me." my mom said quietly as she lead me through the giant double doors into the ER. 

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