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H.S. POV

Present Day

The figure was blurring, moving away, into the distance.

"Don't leave me! Please!" I can feel myself crying out, the burn in my throat. But no sound comes out.

The figure moves further. His head turns, and all I can see are two blue flashes before he rushes toward me with a knife.

"Noooooo!!!"

I woke up with a start, drenched in sweat and reeking of...baby cologne?

A bowl lies on the bedside table, with a cloth in it. What th-

"Oh". The scenes rush back to me. I close my eyes as I dwell on the complication I had brought upon myself. I'm sure if I had been awake, it would have gone better. Too late now.

I look out the window, and see that we were moving. Probably going back to our hotel. All the other bunks are now occupied, holding four very tired boys. I looked across the aisle to find strands of black hair peeking out from under the sheets.

Ah. So he doesn't even want to be near me. Good. That's what I wanted, right?

I got up and walked towards the pantry near the back window, passing the smallest boy on the last bed. I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

An infinite line of cars and vans and trucks were following us, each of them eager to get to their destination. Most of them must be going home. To get away, even for a while, from the day's chaos. To fulfill their need for genuine happiness, the kind that money can never buy.

I had a place like that once. I shook my head clear. Once. Only in my head.

He doesn't need you. He said it so himself.

This was ridiculous. I was fighting my own conscience...and for what?

But you love him, don't you?

LoveD. Past tense. I'm not sure I even like him now.

Hm, really? Then how do you explain those photos you have tucked away in your journal? The pages filled with the snippets of conversation you have with him, written down, word for word?How do you explai-

Shit!

I was thrown back as the brakes screeched, followed by an ear splitting crash. My head hit an overhead cupboard, and the world went black.

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"..21 year old male, direct trauma to head, possible skull fracture..."

"..blonde young man, leg fractures in two places..."

"...2 other casualties with minor injuries..."

"...the smallest one remains unresponsive..."

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I am floating...soft, light, like a feather. Up, up, towards clouds. Something big is chasing me, trying to take me down...I fly....past the clouds, and I'm falling, falling, into water. But the water isn't cool.It burns.

My body is on fire.

"Aaaaaarrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhh!!! Make it stop! It hurts! It hurts so bad!.."

I hear a smooth, calming voice. "Shhh, it's alright".

I calm down, as the pain subsides, overtaken by a warmth spreading through my arm to the rest of my body.

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I wake up to an annoying beeping noise. Which, I found out by taking a quick look around me, was indicating that I'm still alive. I had wires emerging from my chest, connecting me to the beeping thingy, a bandage around my head and an insanely huge headache.

I fumbled around for the call button, and then turned my attention towards the small TV fixed on the side of the room.

Pictures of our tour bus were shown, blown in from the side and the front. The bold letters staring at me underneath it said COLOURLIGHT MALFUNCTION ON HIGHWAY.

Huh. So that's what happened. I remembered waking up and then staring out a window, then, nothing.

"Mr. Styles?" A young woman in uniform poked her head in.

"Yeah". Ugh. I sounded like an old man.

She smiled hugely and let herself in. After checking on the beepy machine, The Smile looked at me.

"How are you feeling now?'

"Um..I have a headache. Other than that, pretty normal".

"Okay", she reached into her pocket and pulled out a card of tablets. "Take two of these, every six hours. The headache will be gone in no time. You're lucky you don't have any fractures. Just a few cuts and bruises". She turned to go, but I had to ask her one more thing.

"Wait". She stopped, The Smile returning immediately. "Is...er...Is Louis okay?"

"Louis Tomlinson?"

I nodded. The Smile disappeared. "Well, he seems okay now, though he suffered heamorrhage and he has been out for a while now. Doctor says if it continues for another six hours, it could be a coma, though we're not sure whether it's the kind you wake up from".

TS tried to return, and upon failing, she left.

I squeezed my eyes close. Please, please let him be okay.

I looked around and saw my clothes sitting on a chair nearby. Slowly, I reached around my bed and pulled out the plug of the beepy thing. I took the round things on my chest, and also the IV. I tried to sit up, but as soon as I put my weight on my hands, pain shot through my fingers straight to my head.

"Fuck!"

I had to be more careful. I tried again. This time, I was slower, and made sure my head was kept steady.

"Yes". I got out, dressed quickly, hobbled to the door and poked my head out. It was quiet, except for the occasional doctor or nurse passing by, who didn't seem to notice me at all.

I grabbed a surgical mask from the room and headed out. I took me less than 2 seconds to realize that I had no idea where to go.

It can't be too far. Our manager would've made sure we all stayed close.

I looked left and right alternatively.

Stewart, Roberts, Fogle, Alarian, Cassiopia

God, the choices people make these days.

Dexter, Smith, Horan

Familiarity. Finally.

I poke my head in as quietly as possible. It is by sheer will power that I hold back my surprised cry.

Niall. Liam. Kissing.

On that ridiculously small bed, with Niall's bandaged foot dangling from a pole.

They seem lost in their own world, muttering incoherently between feverish kisses. I had a strong urge to yell 'I TOLD YOU SO!', but I didn't. I receeded back into the hallway and hobbled on.

Yang, Grey, Shepeard, Malik

I was cautious this time. A quick peek through the small square of glass confirmed my suspision. Perrie was there, fussing over the poor boy, who seemed to keep reassuring her that he was fine.

I smiled at the sweetness of the scenes I had witnessed.

But that was not what I set out for.

Avery, Holishan, Levitt, Tomlinson

I froze instantly. This was it. I closed my eyes briefly, summoning my courage and my couldn't-care-less facade.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door.

He was asleep, just like TS said. I was just glad to see him breathing.

I moved closer to the bed, so close that I could hear him breathing. His face was pale, and plastered with tubes that fed him & helped him breathe. His right hand was on top of the blanket, an IV biting into his elbow crease.

I could feel the sting in my eyes as my stupidity the previous night hit me hard.

"Why were you touching me?!"

"You had a bloody fever. I was just trying to break it".

He must've been with me for hours, trying to make me feel better.

Oh, what I wouldn't give to see those blue windows right now.

"Louis?", I whispered, "Louis, don't you dare leave me like this, when I haven't even told you..."

Sobs took over me as I flopped down on the chair beside his bed, taking his small hand in mine and bringing it to my lips.

All I wanted to do was squeeze in beside him in that small, small bed and kiss him till he came to his goddamned senses.

Shut the door

Turn the light off

I wanna be with you

I wanna feel your love

I wanna lay beside you

I cannot hide this

Even though I try...