Wild

Harry's POV
The moment I entered the building my lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen. All I breathed in was the black smoke that was moving throughout the building. I lifted the collar of my shirt up, covering my nose and mouth with the fabric, then pulled out my cell phone to use the flashlight on it. As I navigated my way through the building I noticed that the temperature began to rise. The longer I stayed the hotter it got. This only made me even more determined to find Emily because I knew that she had problems when it got too hot. She nearly fainted when we were at Disneyland in ninety degree weather so I couldn't imagine how she was handling this heat. I was sweating myself.
I ran through a few hallways, calling out her name every few seconds in hopes of hearing a response back. Minutes passed and I still hadn't found her. My hope was quickly fading, but at least I would die with her. I was about to give up when I heard someone cough, followed by a raspy cry for help.
"Emily?!" I yelled.
The person coughed again, the sound coming from behind the door to my left. I threw it open and scanned the room until my eyes finally landed upon her fragile body that was slumped against the wall.
"Emily!" I cried.
I ran over and lifted her face up so I could look at her. Her face was dirty and covered with soot from the smoke, her eyes watery in attempt to keep them wet. She had a deep cut above her left eye that was seeping blood down the side of her face. The sound of the room next door collapsing snapped me out of my thoughts. I lifted her weak body into my arms and quickly exited the room. The hallway that I had just come from was now covered with debris, leaving me to find another way out.
I went as fast as I could down the halls, looking for anything familiar that would give me some sense of where we were. I turned left only to have the ceiling come down in front of us. I stepped back and quickly made my way down the other hallway, finding it to be the hallway where our dressing rooms were located. With my new sense of direction, I knew exactly where to go.
There was a window just big enough for us to get through in the dressing room. Without wasting another second I moved as fast as possible down the hallway until I found the right door. I set her on the couch then grabbed a chair and rushed over to the window, hitting it as hard as I could until it shattered. I clear the window of any left over glass then grab a few shirts from the hangars to put them over the glass so we wouldn't get cut.
"Alright, Em. You're going to have to climb for me." I said to her, pulling her to her feet once more.
She coughed harshly and I bit my lip, helping her get out by pushing her legs to help her until she was finally out on the sidewalk. I quickly climbed up after her, crawling through the window as fast as I could. I sat up in and inhaled the cool night air, taking in the fresh oxygen. The building behind us started to crumble and I carried Emily away from it seconds before it collapsed. If we had been in here a second later we would be dead.
Emily coughed violently, snapping me out of my thoughts. My eyes looked down to her pale soot covered face and saw that she was barely awake. She needed to go to the hospital immediately. I adjusted her in my arms before carrying her towards the crowed that was gathered across the street at the front of the building.
No One's POV
Niall was the first to tear his watery eyes away from the scene. His heart felt heavy with grief at the thought of his two friends being gone. It was too much for him to bear. He looked out at the crowd of fans that had grown since Harry had run inside the building and saw their eyes filled with tears. No one said a word. Not even the reporters. Everyone was in shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened. He turned to the boys who were fighting back tears of their own. Liam pulled Louis and Zayn into a hug, then looked at Niall and motioned for him to join, but his attention was focused on something behind them. His eyes widened when he saw the familiar curls of their youngest band member carrying the girl he loved in his arms.
"It's Harry!" He cried, pointing to them.
Everyone turned towards the two figures and erupted with screams of joy. Harry dropped to his knees halfway to them, relieved that someone noticed them as paramedics rushed over to them. Harry looked down at his girlfriend and gently touched her cheek.
"We made it, Em. You're safe now." He said to her, coughing a little as the smoke irritated his lungs.
"Breaking news! Harry Styles and Emily Brighten have both somehow made it safely out of the building! Styles shocked everyone by running into the burning building just ten minutes before it collapsed, leading spectators and fans worldwide to believe that the popular couple had been trapped inside and died. However, just moments ago he crowd was relieved to find Styles carrying his girlfriend towards the on scene paramedics. Officials say that his heroic actions, though dangerous and reckless, quite possibly saved Emily's life. Both Brighten and Styles are being transported to the hospital as we speak." The reporters said into cameras nearby.
Harry sat beside Emily in the ambulance, her right hand in his left. The female paramedic that sat across from him glanced at their intertwined hands and saw that their tattoos fit together to form the word 'LOVE'. She couldn't help but smile at the young couple and thought about the extreme lengths he had gone through to save the girl he loved. He risked his life for her and the thought was amazing since they were still so young to be this in love. If true love actually existed, then she was sure the two of them were living proof. He smiled softly at her through his oxygen mask and brushed his thumb over her hand, never taking his eyes of her face.
A rapid beeping noise caused everyone inside the ambulance to panic. The heart monitor that Emily was hooked up to suddenly began to go haywire as she gasped for air that wasn't getting into her lungs from her smoke damaged throat.
"What's going on?" Harry asked frantically as he took of his oxygen mask.
"She can't breathe. Kid, you're going to have to back off so we can help her!" The male paramedic said.
Harry's eyes filled with tears once again and Emily's vision blurred for a different reason as she felt faint. Her lungs screaming for air that she couldn't give. She looked at Harry who was looking at her with a terrified expression. His mouth moved as he spoke to her, but she couldn't make out what he was saying. She tried to focus on his lips and finally understood what he said before she fell unconscious.
"I love you."
Harry's POV
I watched them rush her into the emergency room as soon as we got to the hospital, while another nurse pulled me off in a different direction to check me over. I reluctantly went with her even though I wanted to be with EMily, knowing that I would only be in the way if I tried to be in there with her. My body was on autopilot once again as the nurse did her job. Once I was finally free to leave I made my way over to the waiting room where the boys were sitting with Paul.
"Have you heard anything yet?" I asked them.
They shook their heads sadly. I sighed and leaned against the wall, sliding down until I was seated on the floor. I ran my hands through my hair and took a deep breath in attempt to calm my rising emotions. My mind began to fill with 'what ifs' as we waited in silence. What if I somehow convinced her not to go out tonight? What if I had gone with her and gotten her out sooner?
What if I lose her? What if I never hear her laugh.. or see her smile again? The thought caused my eyes to tear up again. It still amazed me that I even had any tears left. I closed my eyes and focused on every memory I had of her. Waking up to her sleeping face every morning. Kissing her whenever I felt like it. Making her laugh, even though I wasn't actually being funny.
She told me once that I was the one that kept her going, but it was quite the opposite. She was the one that kept me going. That helped me through the hardships that came with our job. The busy schedule, being away from home, having your personal life out in the open, the hate. I needed her more than she could possibly understand and if anything happened to her...
No.
I refused to lose her.
I won't.

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