We exited the club, climbing into the car, drunk as hell. Louis took the wheel and none of us questioned it for a minute, we were too busy joking around, we didn't even bother to do up our seatbelts. We speeded around each bend and skidded around the roundabouts, all of us screaming "WOO" every time we turned the corner. The next few moments were a blur, all morphed together, I can hardly remember the most of the trip and now I'm standing here explaining it to the police officer with tears welling up in my eyes and skidding down my cheeks, stuttering out the words.

The car leapt onto the gutter, the engine roaring as we slammed straight into a shop window, glass shattering in slow motion above our heads, I remember hearing Louis screaming out my name in desperation, Niall was leaning over my lap with a gash in his forearm. We tried to get ourselves out of the smashed up piece of metal but the door wouldn't budge, Liam kicked open the door viciously and we all climbed out and kneeled on the concrete, I could hear the screaming and wailing emerging from the front seat. "Louis!" I cried, he was trapped and my judgment was impaired but I somehow knew that it would be the last time I would hear his voice.

I kneel over Louis, watching the paramedics pump their palms into his chest, making him jolt ferociously each time. His face is covered in blood and he is extremely pale, I reach out and hold Louis' palm in my hand, wrapping his fingers around mine and the police tell me to move away, but I cant, my heart is beating faster than ever and I scream on the top of my lungs. I can't leave him, I can't leave my boo bear, I can't leave my love "GET OFF ME!" I push the policemen away but they grabbed my arms and pull me back, I resist and the pain in my arm overcomes me. I stare into Louis' vacant eyes and he wont respond "Louis I love you, don't leave me!" I yell as the police pull me further away from him.

The authorities try to calm me down, but I kick and punch trying to get to him, they can't pull me away, they can't keep me from him, I need him and he needs me. Zayn comes over and holds my hand, but how would he understand? He doesn't feel the same way about Louis as I do, he wouldn't know the feeling of adrenaline pumping through my veins, and he wouldn't understand the heartbreak of seeing Louis lying there expressionless. Only I could feel that much pain, because the truth is I loved Louis more than life itself.

The paramedics pull back slowly, all there faces scowling bitterly as they all look over at me pulling away from the guards, kicking and screaming like a child, the look of pity on their faces gives me the sign. I know he's gone, I know that he's left me and I know I will never see him again. I drop to my knees and scream, tears rolling down my face; they feel like blades ripping my skin to threads. I lie on the ground and scream, I try to pull myself up but the pain cuts too deep, I can only slowly pull my body over to Lou, lying there on the concrete, speechless, expressionless, faceless. I throw my body over his chest and cry into his heart while everybody stands and watches me with pity. There was nothing they could do to save him, but I should've said something when he took the wheel, I should've stopped him. The pain just rips into me and as blurred people try to pull me away from his body, I thrust him closer to my body and I whisper to him, "I'll always love you Lou, always" everyone stands back and I take a moment to lay down next to his pale body, my arm wrapped over him. I know its time and I slowly pull myself away as the paramedics pull him onto a bed and lift him away. I drop to the ground "not Louis, not Louis" I cry desperate as ever, I close my eyes just as Louis will have to do for the rest of his days. "Not my Louis".