Chapter 20, Part II;
An hour into the party, it was fantastic. Ki and I had spent a half hour talking, and I spilled out everything that had happened so far to her. I hadn't realized how much I missed her until she was here. I sighed happily, dropping my head back onto Harry's chest.
"C'mon, let's go dance birthday girl," he said smoothly, his cool breath sending shivers down my spine. It was already a bit chilly, but with the amount of people, and the amount of dancing we were warming the place up quick. My lace dress clung to my curves, covering only the parts it needed to. Gemma winked at me as Harry and I passed her and Charlie. Harry had put them in charge of my outfit for the festivities. The warehouse was actually quite far from our hotel. Harry pulled me close to his body, interrupting my thoughts. I looked up at him and smiled. My heart pounded in my chest along with the beat of the music. I playfully pressed my butt up against him, grinding to the music and he laughed, turning me so we were face to face.
"Technically, I'm a cougar now," I winked, "Since I'm 19 and you're only 18." He shook his head, his curls flopping into his face. I reached up and brushed them out of his face.
"I've always had a thing for older women," he laughed and kissed me softly, our bodies still moving to the music. Sara's voice came on over the music, and I pulled away from Harry to look at the small stage.
"Since it's my best friends' birthday, I'd like to see her trashed, so I propose that every time someone says the word birthday, cake, Harry or G, she must take a shot," I laughed, Sara was always doing something to get me in trouble. I leaned on Harry's chest, and he hugged me tightly, keeping me warm. "And hey, we can all take a shot too!" She jumped down of the stage, and walked over to me. I looked at her, a small smile on my face.
"Happy birthday G, havin fun with Harry? Are you ready for some cake?" she chuckled.
"I guess that's four then, yeah?" I asked reaching for the small tray that Charlie held. Kianna watched nervously from the side of the room, she'd never been fond of me drinking, but she'd also never tattled.
I leaned against Harry for support, my thoughts more jumbled into one large mass than anything. People were definitely taking advantage of the four codewords. I bounced about to the music, stopping to make slurred small talk with the guests. Harry followed behind me, his arms out every time I wobbled. He'd been drinking too, but had slowed down, for the sake of needing more than just Liam to drive tonight. He grabbed me and steadied me. I looked up at him, his green eyes still crystal clear through my distorted vision.
"I have to go for a moment, okay?" he asked, holding my face to keep my attention. I nibbled his finger playfully and he bit back a smile. I watched as her disappeared somewhere with the other boys.
"G," someone said behind me, and I turned to face them, almost falling over, and I laughed. I reached for the tray that I'd just been carrying with me, but Gemma stopped me.
"It's okay, you don't need to," she chuckled, "but I've got to hit the road. So I just wanted to wish you the best. Harry will take good care of you. And mum says happy birthday too." She smiled and kissed my cheek before clicking out of the party.
"Gurveer," Niall's voice echoed through the room, and my attention found it's way back to the small stage where the 5 of them stood. I grinned and moved through the crowd to them.
"To close off the night," Harry smiled, "I just wanted to announce to everyone, for managements sake that there are at least 5 more shows this month, and that G and Sara will be there for all of them. Also, I want to tell you," he said, looking down at me with a cheeky grin, "that I love you, and I'll never ever leave you. I swear." My heart buzzed, and I was overwhelmed with emotion. I am and always have been one of those emotional drunks. It runs in the family. Harry stepped down off stage after the other boys said sweet little messages about wanting me to be around awhile and whatnot. He kissed me gently. I smiled against his mouth.
"You guys about ready to head home," Niall's words were slurred with sleep and alcohol. I pouted but agreed. I found Ki and promised her I'd meet her at the hotel. Harry was driving one car, with Niall, Sara, Louis, Tara and I. Liam was driving the other with Zayn, Hannah and Raina. I thanked everyone and we got in the car. As I was settling into the passenger seat, something didn't feel right. I had a knot in my stomach, but it was probably just the liquor getting to me.
"Hey G," Sara said sleepily, leaning into the front seat, "You don't look too hot, are you feelin okay?" I shook my head, and that sensation that I was going to be sick washed over me. For a moment I thought it had passed, and I relaxed. Wrong. I threw up right there, in Harry's car. Coughing, I looked at him with watery eyes. The road was clear and he stopped. Leaning over to try to help me. I was looking down at the floor of his car, trying to wipe it up.
"I'm sorry," I muttered leaning down where he was to try to help.
"Harry," Louis said, his voice sounding panicked.
"Wha- Ow, ugh, shit," Harry said, hitting his head when he tried to sit up. I sat up to, but by the time I saw it, it was too late. Bright lights flashed, and then everything was gone.
-Sara's POV;
I sat in the waiting room, tears rolling down my already swollen cheeks. Niall held me in his arms.
"Why haven't they woken up," I whimpered, but he only held me tighter. I winced, breathing through the pain. Niall, Louis and I had escaped with only bumps and bruises. Tara hadn't been so lucky. Somehow she'd gotten a large gash her stomach, and the anesthesia from her stitches had put her right to sleep. That would be a bad scar someday. Louis slept in the chair next to her bed, her hand in his. If it weren't for the current circumstances, I would've complimented on how cute they actually looked.
"Everything will be alright Princess," Niall stroked my hair as a fresh burst of sobs broke out from my chest.
"No. No Niall it won't be okay," I choked, "She's my best friend, my sister, I can't live without her. We haven't even told Kianna!" Oh Ki, she'll be devastated. The doctors told us that they were unsure about both of them. I pulled from Niall's grasp and left the room. As the tears rolled, I ignored the nurses, and walked toward their room. I heard the familiar squeak of Niall's sneakers behind me. I hiccupped, and looked around. I didn't care if I got caught, I wasn't sleeping away from her. I opened the door, ignoring Niall's cautioning words of warning. When I saw them, I choked on the lump in my throat. A trash can was near by, thankfully, because I was physically sickened by this. Niall held my hair as I coughed. I stood shakily, using him for support.
"They might as well be dead," I sobbed, as I took in G and Harry. Lying still in separate beds. G's perky, sarcastic grin was nowhere to be found, instead replaced with the face of someone I didn't know. She was bruised, and had a small cut across her left cheek. I wiped my face with my hands, but it was no use, every tear I wiped away was replaced by two more. I hid my face in Niall's arm, but he was crying too.
"It's not fair," I made myself look at them again. My best friend and her boyfriend. Harry's curls were stuck to his head, dried blood across the side of his face. His dimples were gone, his immature jokes and pranks. I had to face the fact that I might never have a late night talk with G and I may never share an insider with Harry. My heart broke, and I weeped, dropping to my knees and putting my head in my hands.
"What's happened?" Liam asked, his voice full of alarm, concern and fear. He stopped dead, taking in Niall and I on the floor, then seeing Harry and G.
"No," he murmured, and I looked up to see his lip quiver. He walked out of the room, pushing Zayn and the girls out too.
"I won't let them leave," I cried, forcing myself off the cold hospital floor. Niall guided me to the small couch in the corner, pulling the provided blanket off the back. We laid down together on the couch, and he held me to his chest.
"I won't," I whispered as sleep overcame me. At least I knew I'd wake up.