Chapter Seventeen.

"Call an ambulance!" yelled Ben. I ran into the hotel, where the first thing I could imagine had hit. Daisy, Zayn, Louis, Liam, Niall, Zoe, Adrian, Mom, Dad, Rose, Dimitri and Mary where lying unconscious. Georgia, Natalie and Stuart were safe luckily. I screamed. I couldn't handle seeing everyone like it. I saw Ben and ran over, crying into him.

"Why does everyone want to ruin my life?" I sobbed. He put his arms around me as we waited for the ambulances to arrive.

After fifteen minutes the hotel was swamped with police, paramedics and fire-fighters all rushing around. For once it hadn't been me involved. I got into the ambulance which had both Louis and Daisy inside. They had been looking for me, so had been at the worst of the impact. Others had been close, but not at the centre of impact. I couldn't believe this had happened, on my birthday of all days. We sped to the hospital, Louis and Daisy both in critical conditions. I wasn't losing them, not now, not ever. I held both of their hands until we got to the hospital. They were whisked off into surgery. I sat in the waiting room, scared and alone.

After a few hours, one of the doctors came out.

"Miss Dragomir?" He said.

"Yes?" I asked, scared for my friends' lifes.

"Mr Tomlinson and Miss Climo are fine. However, for Mrs Styles it's a different matter. The next twenty-four hours are critical.

"What about the rest?" I asked, nervously.

"Mr Payne and Miss Rogers didn't make it."

"I thought Mary and the rest where in California?"

"They followed you to Texas. They read your note." Said Sasha, coming up behind us.

"Stay away from her." Snarled Jess, stepping in front of me.

"Don't worry. We aren't going to do anything. We came to apologise."

"We?" I frowned.

"Yeah, me, Ali and Erin." She said.

"I don't see anyone else." Tasha snapped. Sasha shrugged and left. Today had been the worst day ever. I always thought the 4th July was supposed to be good.

After a few more hours, I was allowed to see them both. They were sharing a private room. I sat in-between them both, waiting for one to wake up or someone to come in with news. About an hour after I'd gone in, Louis woke up.

"Louis? Are you ok?" I asked.

"Fantastic." He snapped, sarcastically. "Where am I?

"Hospital. A car smashed into the hotel and you where were it hit."

"Who was in the car?"

"Harry's mom."

"So, it was your fault, yet again?"

"I didn't mean for this to happen." I said, getting up and walking away.

"Bitch." He muttered. Those words hit me like a ton of bricks and I started to cry. I ran outside of the hospital, not wanting to see anyone, or anyone to see me. Louis was right, it had been my fault. Liam and Mary had died because of me. I got my phone out, ignored all the texts I'd got and called the person who would always give me her shoulder, Beth. I called her, and it went straight through to answer phone

"Great." I murmured. I left her a message, hoping she'd call back soon. I went into the hospital and brought myself and Louis a coffee. I also got him his favourite chocolate, a get well soon card and some carrots. I got Daisy a teddy, a magazine and a lot of chocolate. I'd get the others something when they were awake. I slipped into Louis and Daisy's room and put their gifts on their bed side tables. Louis had drifted off back to sleep.

"Miss Dragomir?" Said a doctor.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"We're afraid Daisy's got amnesia."