Okay so I changed the storyline from what the prologue originally said so try to kinda ignore that now and this is what really happens.
I hazily open my eyes once again.
It is everywhere.
Everywhere I look, that's I could see.
Red.
Red.
Red.
Filling my vision. I'm blinded. It's everything I can see.
My head is spinning. It's pounding. I reach around to my neck, but when I pull my fingers back, they're covered in it too.
Red.
I see flashing lights. Someone is coming.
Suddenly I remember.
I look around wildly until I find him.
Harry.
My heart was caught in my throat.
Harry wasn't moving.
"Harry! HARRY!"
I crawled over to my boyfriend as quickly as I could.
I couldn't think straight.
His chest wasn't moving.
Harry wasn't breathing.
Harry wasn't breathing.
Harry wasn't breathing.
This. Can. Not. Happen.
Harry is my everything.
If he dies…
It's all my fault.
I was driving.
I spent too much time being pissed… I hit the barrier. Then we were hit by a semi.
It's all my fault.
I was angry at Harry and not paying attention to the road.
It's all my fault.
My best mate, my everything, my… first real love.
And I never told him.
Harry Styles could be dead.
I, Louis Tomlinson, may have just killed Harry Styles.
I can't live with myself.
I hear rapid terrible screaming noises.
I look frantically, trying to find the source.
I finally realize it before I black out.
It's me.
My last thought, "Goodbye, love."