Over Again

Harry's P.O.V.

Louis storms through the door, slamming it closed as he enters the room as Liam and I look up from the movie, and exchange glances. I tell him I'll handle it and go to his room. What happened? And what was he doing outside? I reach his door and knock softly.
"Go away", he says, his voice muffled and frustrated. Why is he behaving like this? He's almost never angry or fazed with what other people say and laughs off anything that others say about him. I'm his best mate and probably know him almost inside out, but what is he not telling me?
"It's me Louis. Open the door", I manage to say calmly, but I'm so tempted to shout at him- for what? For not telling me? For being angry in the first place? Other reasons? I had no idea. I heard him mumbling something incompressible and shuffling to the door. Before I can even see his face, he turns around and walks over to his messy bed, lying down on his stomach.
"What happened?", I ask him, genuinely curious and angry at whatever caused him to be in this state.
"Jenna. Jenna River happened", I heard him speak, his voice muffled by the pillow, followed by a huge sigh, and then deep breathing, hoping to calm himself down. Jenna? What could Jenna have done to get him like this? She would never in a million years do anything to hurt him- she always did what she thought was right. But how could she get him in this state? And how could that be right? My mind goes back to our conversation today. I told her I liked her.
I TOLD HER I LIKED HER! I am a fucking idiot. How could I have been so stupid? And TODAY, of ALL days? But why would that relate to him hurting Louis- she liked him! What the hell? Louis sat up, his knees pulled to his chest and his elbows propped up on his knees, then extended to the top of his head, pulling his hair back.
"She- she broke things off with me", he said, quietly, sadness evident in his voice. My eyebrows creased as he said those words. There was only one dominant thought in my mind- why? Why would she do that?
"She said she likes me. But she likes you too. And she said she couldn't be in a relationship with me if she does because she wouldn't be fair to me."
What? Jenna likes me too? My frown mixed with an element of surprise, and then confusion.
"I-I d-don't know what to s-s-say, Louis", I stammered. I looked at him, but he seemed to be more collected and calm now. Louis began," She's right. She did what's best- she didn't want to feel guilty. And she did the right thing. But that's the problem! That's the fucking problem!" She always does the right thing! She always knows exactly what to do to make you feel better, so when you mess up, you can go to her. But when you don't have her... You- you. Ugh."
I could understand his frustration, anger- everything.
"You know what? I liked her too. I TOLD her! The day before you started dating, Lou. I- I'm so sorry. I never thought that...", I couldn't go on. I felt guilty right down to my gut.
"No Harry, it's not your fault. It's nobody's. It's not our fault that we like her and it's not her fault that she likes us. It just... It just is. And that's what's so annoying!", he says. I didn't know what to say as he said everything in words. Saying it, it just made it so real. But you know what? We're not kids anymore, and we don't need women in our lives. We can survive without them just fine. I'm not gonna let a girl-Jenna or anyone else get me crying. Or let it hurt Lou. We could be just fine without her. And we just needed something to get her off our minds.
"What the hell, Lou", I say, a smile now evident on my face. "We don't need a girl to keep us happy. Let's have a guys night- video games, xbox, sleeping and not talking about girl- guy shit. What say? You up for it?", I ask, happy to get my mind off that stuff. "Hell yeah. Let's get started!", Louis says, as his mouth slowly twists up into a grin.

Niall's P.O.V.

I go over to the supermarket for some popcorn and chocolate- we're out at the house. It's weird how we always run out of our huge supply in less than a week. I'm walking over to the nearest Costco- we buy in bulk on these kinds of things. I'm nearly there, crossing a road when I hear sirens and see an ambulance and some police cars at the end of the road. The entire area is sectioned off and there are a crowd of people around. I cross over and join them.
What could've happened? I haven't lived here long but it doesn't seem like a place where a lot of accidents take place. I see them loading a gurney into an ambulance from the area where the victim must have first lay, covered in thick blood.
It looks horrible. I look up to the victim, and I'm shocked to realize that the face nearly covered in blood, hair all over, and dirt on the clothes is familiar. I push through the crowds without even realizing I am. Next thing I know, I'm standing next to the gurney, brushing the hair from the familiar face, hoping that they are okay.
Inside, I'm screaming.
Jenna.
What happened to her?

Zayn's P.O.V.

I hear the shrill ring of the landline phone. It's rarely ever used- for emergencies only. As I remember the thought, I swiftly get off my bed and my phone, scrolling through random photos and sprint to the phone, only wearing my boxers as the parents aren't home. They usually aren't- they have a lot of dinners out by themselves having fun, which is no problem for us. I pick up the phone and press it to my ear.
"Hello?", I say, not sure what I'm hoping to hear. Niall's voice comes through the phone and relief washes over me.
"This phone is for emergencies only! You scared me, you bastard!", I blame him for my worry, but glad that it wasn't necessary. I don't realize I'm talking over him until he screams into the phone,
"This IS a fucking emergency if you'll listen to me, Zayn!"
What? What happened? My body tenses as I ask him in a hushed, tense voice, "What happened Niall?"
"J-Jenna's here. She- she was in an accident. I found her on the way to-to Costco. It looks bad. Really bad. Th-They're saying it's life threatening. Sh- she might not make it", Niall says, in the same tone- hushed tense, but extremely worried, followed by a loud sigh.

I couldn't say anything but ask, "Which hospital?"
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Harry's P.O.V.

We're on our way to the hospital- Liam's driving. We're not eligible, but this is an emergency. I'm breathing hard, eyes closed tightly and frowning as my head is propped up against my hand. It was a horrible idea to have a guys night. I should've gone after her- made sure she was okay. But all I did was help Louis, not even bothering to see her side of the story- how she must feel. Zayn's on the phone with Niall- he doesn't even have a shirt on. He just pulled on some jeans as he called out to us with the news. We didn't even tell our parents where we were. He told us that she might not be okay. She might not make it. She might fucking die. How could I be without her if she doesn't make it? How would I live with that guilt. And my thoughts are still selfish about what I would do. I was that much of an ass.
"We're here", Liam said, loud, and immediately got out of the car and tossed the keys to Zayn to lock it as he went up quickly. Louis, Zayn and I got out in seconds too, sprinting. Her parents weren't even there. They had left for a week just today. She was alone. If Niall hadn't found her, she would stay here, unclaimed- with no one. I shuddered at the thought. We ran up the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator and reached the reception, panting. People threw Zayn's lack of clothing surprised looks as we passed them.
The receptionist- a young blonde looked up at us. "Can I help you?"
"Jenna River. We're looking for Jenna River. A friend of ours is already here. Niall", Zayn spoke. Louis and I were too shocked, guilty, and God knows what else to speak.
The receptionist's face changed in understanding as she typed the name into her computer. "She is currently in surgery. She was brought in with life threatening injuries and... Her femur in shattered, she has three broken ribs, and her humerus- the bone in her arm is broken. She also has a severe concussion and massive internal bleeding, as well as scrapes and bruises. I'm so sorry. She was brought in just half an hour ago. Her heart had to be restarted several times. We would recommend to prepare yourselves. We'll do everything to try and save her."

All the blood left my face. She had a huge concussion- could have brain damage. Several broken bones- pain that kills you. Heart had to be restarted several times-would she make it? Massive internal bleeding- she would have to have a transplant? All this information buzzed around in my head, my face ripped from any emotion as she ushered us to the waiting room. We waited there silently, hoping for them to get results fast. I sat down next to Niall and Zayn, with Louis and Liam in front of me. Liam was the only one who spoke, and that was on the phone to tell our parents of the situation. He also told the staff asking about Jenna's parents. The staff told us that they were not answering the phone and that they could find no way to get in touch with them. Liam told them what Jenna had told us- they were going for a no technology detox relaxation thing.

Three hours later, what seemed like an eternity, someone came to us with an update.
"It doesn't look to good, but we think that she'll make it", he bantered on with some other stuff, but the only thing I cared about was what he had just said.

She'll make it.

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