Louis’ POV
“Please, just wake up. That’s all I want you to do. Just wake up, please.” I said. Codie had been in a coma for three weeks. Well, considering that she was in the car when it exploded we were all surprised she wasn’t dead.
I held her cold hand in mine, as if it was the only thing keeping her alive. She looked so peaceful, so content with everything. I put my head on the side of the bed, my eyes barely being able to stay open. I felt a hand on my shoulder, I jumped up at the touch.
“It’s okay Lou, just me.” Liam said.
“Okay.” I said.
“It’s time to go.” He told me.
“I don't wanna go. I wanna be here when she wakes up.” I told him.
“The amount of time you're here, the chances of her waking up when you are, are fairly high. You need to sleep.” He said.
“I have been sleeping.” I replied.
“Not very well. I mean sleeping on an actual bed, not a chair. Mate, you look like shit.”
“I don't care.” I bluntly spoke, barely aware of what I was even saying.
“I do. Come on, you can come back tomorrow.” He said, pulling me out of the chair. I took one last look at Codie before I left. I saw Jamie and Zayn go into the room, so I knew that she wouldn’t be alone.
“I don't want to come back tomorrow, I want to stay there, be by her side the entire time.” I told him.
“She wouldn’t really like that, you know she wouldn’t.” he responded.
“I know.” I agreed with him.
“As soon as we get to her house, you are going to bed and sleeping. Then you will have some actual food, and watch some actual T.V and watch some actual movies.” He told me.
“Okay.” I agreed.
“What movies should we watch tomorrow?” he asked me.
“I don't know.” I responded, trying not to fall asleep on the car chair.
“Well you better figure it out. Cos I’m not choosing for you.” He told me. We stayed silent the rest of the drive to Codie’s house. I walked in with everyone on the couch apart from Jamie and Zayn.
“Hi.” I said half-heartedly. I hadn’t been here for a while. Since I was with Codie six months ago, I came to her house for a weekend.
“Hey.” They all replied in the same tone.
“Goodnight everyone.” I walked into the room I knew Codie was sleeping in last. I left my shorts on as I jumped in the bed. My head hit the pillow and I could smell Codie’s scent on them. I pulled the sheets tight around me and curled up into a ball. My eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep.
***
I woke up and it felt like the middle of the day. I looked at the clock and it said 3:00. I’ve been asleep for 18 hours. I wonder if Codie had woken up yet. I hope she had, but I kinda didn’t. I wanted to be there when she opens her beautiful eyes. Sometimes people when they don't see someone for a long time, vision the person they're missing with more beauty then they actually have. I thought I was doing that until I saw her again.
That was when I realised I was doing the exact opposite. Even though she had blood over her face, she was still more beautiful than I had remembered her. My thoughts about her never changed. I wanted to hold her here in my arms right now, I wanted to hold her and never let her go again.
I didn’t move from my position on the bed for another half an hour. I decided to get up and have a shower, using a towel that I had brought with me. I felt and looked better afterwards. I had some decent food for a meal that wasn’t really a meal, and watched ‘Grease’. I hadn’t watched it in a while, and I thought I probably should.
I finished watching that and I got a call from Jamie, Codie had woken up, and however much I wanted to see her, I would have to wait a while so I could surprise her. She had a plan. I sighed at the thought of knowing that she was awake but being unable to see her. Liam had really killed me taking me from her last night, but now my heart was dying even more.
I just wanted to see her.
Codie’s POV
My eyes fluttered open to a lit up room. When my eyes adjusted I looked around the room, sitting up slowly. I felt a hand push me down again and heard a voice talking to me. “Lay down, don't want to hurt yourself. You had a major crash man.” Wait, that is a guy’s voice. I looked at some familiar black hair and I realised that it was Zayn. Why was Zayn here?
“Where am I?” I asked, my hand going to my head. I felt stitches on my forehead and crusted blood in my hair. I shuddered at the grossness.
“You’re in the hospital.” Jamie told me. Why were Zayn and Jamie here… at the same time? I was so confused.
“Why…” I pointed at Zayn and then to Jamie, repeating the action again and again. “Are you both here, at the same time? I thought you hated each other.” I said.
“Well, we were thinking…” Jamie tried to say something.
“Of maybe getting back together.” Zayn finished for her.
“Oh man.” I said. “Not that it’s a bad thing… I don't think… I’m so tired.”
“Wouldn’t surprise me. Your stitches will be coming out soon, but you will have a scar on your forehead, a faint one, bit there will be one.” Jamie told me.
“Why is it healed already?” I asked.
“Because it’s healed.” She told me.
“How long was I out for?” If stitches were ready to come out, it could not have been a few days.
“Three weeks.” Zayn told me.
“Holy f*ck.” I did not filter what I just said.
“The car exploded on you, so don't be surprised.” Zayn told me like it was something normal.
“What?” I had to check what he just said.
“The car exploded on you.” He repeated. I saw Jamie trying to shut him up.
“Why am I not dead?” I asked next.
“It’s like a miracle.” He kept talking.
“What actually happened?” I queried. Jamie took over.
“The steering wheel stopped working, the brake wasn’t working and the accelerator was stuck. They're still investigating why. When the crash started, the first time you rolled, we think your seatbelt snapped. Then your head must have hit the steering wheel, knocking you unconscious. Then you rolled about another ten times and the car landed upside down. When that happened, the car engine blew up. The ambulance people got you out as quickly as they could, and yeah.” She explained to me.
“I should have died.” I said.
“Probably.” Zayn agreed with me, that resulted in his face being slapped.
“No, she shouldn't have.” Jamie told me. I looked at the ground as they argued if I should have died or not. I pulled my knees to my chest, and sat, wrapping my arms around my legs. I rested my chin on the top of my knees. I shook at the thought of myself supposed to be dead, the car exploding with me still in it. Rolling so many times, my seatbelt snapping and me going unconscious from my head hitting the steering wheel.
Then the memory of it happening came back. The shove in the back of the car from Whincup, the fire, the rolling. I screamed from the memory. Jamie looked at me weirdly. I returned the look with wide eyes and tears building. My breath was shaky, and she hugged me. “It’s okay Codie. Your safe now.” She said, stroking my gross hair and letting me cry into her shoulder.
I remember accusing Louis of being on the other side of the head phones, I must have been mistaking, otherwise he would be here now. Maybe I had imagined it. Him talking to me while I crashed. I swallowed hard and realised how thirsty I was.
“Can you get me a drink?” I asked Zayn.
“Yeah.” He left the room.
“AND SOME FOOD?!” I shouted, probably too soon for shouting. My ears rang a high-pitched sound. I covered them, but all that did was make the sound worse. I faintly a heard ‘yeah’ from Zayn. I lay back down on the bed, feeling like shit. When Zayn came back I had three glasses of water, and a muffin. I couldn’t eat any more, not without the thought of puking. I managed to have a shower and Jamie brought me a pair of pyjamas, e.g. my Adidas shorts and a baggy tank top.
They left as the doctors took over, giving me injections and putting me on another drip. They told me I wouldn’t need it after tonight. When they left Mum came in, how I had hoped Dad would walk in after her. She took my hand and talked to me.
“Codie, I have realised, now for some reason, that you are made for racing. I’m not going to stand in your way anymore, no matter how much I despise you in that car, I will support you. I know now that you are grown up, you aren’t a little girl anymore. You can make your own decisions. I don't care who you are with, or what you choose to do.” She told me.
“Thank you.” I was really grateful that she finally saw me for who I am. As soon as I could I would get back to racing, this experience would only make me more careful on that damn hairpin and listen to Amelie when she says ‘take it easy because I have a bad feeling about the car’.
“Just be careful would you. You nearly made me think I had lost you as well as your father.” She hugged me as she talked.
“Okay Mum.” I hadn’t called her ‘Mum’ in ages, it was a good feeling. Her hair was exactly the same as mine, dark blonde and straight as… dry spaghetti. I got my eyes from my father, but the rest of me was my Mum.
I talked to everyone, and it seemed Zayn was the only British person. That, I find weird. Why would he be the only one? Okay, now I was confused. And with that thought they let me watch the T.V and I begged Jamie to get me some movies. She did and we watched them, and then she had to leave.
I lay on top of the crispy white sheets, thanking god that I never get my period to worry about staining them accidentally. Every time I closed my eyes the memory of flame and my own screams filled my head. I curled in a ball on my side eyes wide open, my thoughts slowly drifting to Louis. As they drifted to him they drifted to calmness. As it drifted to calmness, it drifted to sleep.

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