Roxana's POV:

It was a supernatural state I was in. At least it felt like that. When I opened my eyes, I couldn't see anything at first. Then there was fire. All around me, fire. The heat rushed through my body and I began panicking, shielding my face.

“Roxana!” I heard someone yell and I looked up. In a far corner, I could see Harry. His expression was calm, he showed no sign of fear or surprise.

“Harry! What is going on??!” I screamed, trying to get to him, but the flames were blocking my way. They rose up in front of me, making my hair fly around my face. I stumbled back from the heat that almost scorched me.

“Rox!” I now heard from another direction, and turning around, there was Zayn, looking at me through a sea of fire, matching the one is his eyes. My heart dropped and I wanted to get to him, but I couldn't.

“Roxana,” another voice now, silent, but I could still hear it over the flames. Louis. He was in another corner. I didn't even try to move, I know I couldn't. I just shot him a pleading look while his face remained indifferent.

“Roxy,” I cringed at the sound of another voice, turning into the last remaining direction and seeing Niall. He was the only one that looked scared. I extended my hand towards him, but the flames were too strong.

I sank down onto the ground, burying my face in my hands. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“You need to choose,” Liam's soothing voice sounded in my ear, and I saw that he was kneeling beside me.

“But... how?” I said back, my voice cracking. He smiled encouragingly.

“Go where your heart takes you,” he answered wistfully. With a little bang, the flames were suddenly gone, and the four boys appeared in front of me. I got up and stared at them, my gaze torn in between them all.

There was Harry. A boy I so underestimated at first. I thought he was just a shallow, dim-witted popstar, but he was so much more. He was caring, and he had a sharp intellect. And for some reason, he wanted me to be his. And despite all my struggle, I sort of wanted him to be mine, too. But I knew it could never happen.

Then there was Zayn. I still remember the first time I had laid eyes on him. I immediately knew that we were alike. And our time together had been perfect. But he wanted too much from me. And I was afraid. Afraid of what would happen once I let him in. Once we became one.

I looked at Louis. The one I never asked for. He just butted his way into my life, and he refused to leave. He had given up a lot for me, and I had given up a lot for him. He had a way of dealing with me that no one else had ever discovered. He could control me. We could be happy. If it weren't for the rest of the world taking offence in us dating.

At last, my eyes fell on Niall. My Niall. The one that made me happy. The one that made me laugh. Actually laugh. Out loud. He had found a way into my heart that I couldn't explain, and slowly, he was defrosting it. And everything was so uncomplicated with him.

“I...” I started to speak, but my view suddenly became dizzy. I shook my head, trying to focus, but everything became blurry, and then I fell into darkness once again.


Liam's POV:

It was a terrible sight at the hospital. Roxana was lying flat in a big bed, tubes attached to her body, a big one straight into her mouth, her skin pale as ash, and her eyes hollow. Left and right, Louis and Zayn were slumped on chairs, holding her hands with a desperate look on their faces. Niall sat quietly in a corner, staring out of the window, and I was in over my head.

After Zayn had called us with the terrible news, I had fetched Niall and we drove to the hospital in a hurry. I had also called Harry, but he hadn't said anything, just hung up.

Niall had informed Rider, but he was in Paris, so it would take a while before he could come see her. Her parents were on an excursion in India, so no one had been able to reach them yet.

The doctor had come in about 2 hours ago, telling us that it had been close, but that she would live. Although he didn't know if her brain had suffered any damage or not. It all depended on when she would wake up. If she woke up.

A soft knock sounded at the door, and a nurse entered, checking her vitals and attaching a new bag to one of the IV's. She gave me a comforting smile before she left the room. Silence.

“I'm so, so sorry, mate,” Zayn's feeble voice sounded through the room after some time. Louis just shook his head.

“It's not your fault. I should've known something was wrong. She stopped talking to me,” he said in a toneless voice.

“It's no one's fault,” Niall butted in, making them turn their heads towards the blonde.

“If I learnt anything about Roxy, it's that you can't help her once she has set her mind on something,” he said. I sighed and looked back at her. Niall was right.

Suddenly, her whole body shivered, and a strangled sound came out of her mouth. We all jumped up, alarmed in an instant. I watched with relief as her eyes jolted open, and she looked around the room wide-eyed.

Niall ran to the nurses immediately, calling for help, and seconds later, the doctors rushed in, pushing Louis and Zayn aside and towering over her. They spoke calmly to her while pulling the tube out of her mouth. She coughed and spat a bit of blood, but quickly calmed down.

“Miss Blackwood, can you tell us what happened?” one of the doctors asked, and we stood there frozen, anxious for her answer.

“I bloody overdosed, you dipshit, or what does it look like to you?” she almost spat at him, and relief washed over all of us. She was okay, she was still herself. Everything would be fine.

The doctors examined her a little bit further before they left us, content with her condition. She sat up in her bed and looked at all of us.

“What?” she said irritated, and it was then when Niall took a few quick strides through the room and onto her bed. He flung his arms around her and hugged her close, making her huff out loud.

I thought she would probably scream at him, and struggle to get out of his grasp, but she actually smiled and hugged him back.

“Don't you ever fucking do that again,” he whispered into her ear, and she buried her face in his neck, but remained silent. He let go after a couple of minutes, and then Zayn hugged her even more fiercely than Niall had done, planting kisses all over her face. I watched Louis closely, he was still sat in his chair, eyeing the scene before him with indifference. I stepped closer and hugged her shortly as well.

“I'm glad you're okay,” I said, and she offered me a small smile. After that, it was silent in the room.

“Uhm, I think I'm gonna get some snacks, anybody wanna come with?” I said, trying to get the two boys to leave Louis and Rox alone. They obviously had some stuff to deal with. Niall nodded and got up to go with me, but Zayn remained in his place next to Rox on the bed.

“Zayn? You coming?” Niall said and our friend looked at her with a concerned look before he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, whispered something in her ear, and then got up to leave with us.

Once we were in the hallway, we all let out a deep breath we hadn't realised we were holding. Everything would be fine.

Notes

tadaaaaa.... thoughts? who do you want her to end up with?