A/N: I listened to a song over and over while writing this chapter. It's called 'Varúð' by Singur Rós. I heard it on 8tracks the other day. I have no idea what it's about, but it helps me get into the atmosphere.

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Louis' POV

"God, I'm so late," I mutter to myself as I pace around the house catching my things.

I was on my way already, nearly at the chapel even, but then I realised I forgot the rings and had to go back.

How stupid can I be? How does one forget wedding rings on their own wedding day?

I'm just really nervous I guess.

I ran back inside the house, leaving my car open in the middle of the street. There was just no time to waste. At first, I couldn't even find the bloody things, adding another thirty minutes to me being late.. And to make it even worse, Liam called me as well. He asked me to go by his place and take an extra shirt with me along with his dress shoes.

Just great.

Two and half hours have passed by now and I'm still not on my way to my wedding. It'll take me another hour to even get there, so I'm pretty much screwed.

I really need to hurry or Harry will lose his mind.

I practically run out of the house, rings in hand.

I already told Liam I was on my way, but that was a big fat lie.

I get to my car, put all my stuff next to me on the passenger seat and start the engine. I need to drive as fast as I can, even though I know I shouldn't. But I just can't miss my own wedding.

Once on the highway, I notice it's quiet on the road. Well, that's a first. But I'm thankful. This gives me the possibility to maybe make it to the chapel in time anyway.

I know I'm driving way over the speed limit, but I don't care. I need to see Harry. I just have to see his face, his smile and meet his eyes. I need the reassurance, to feel his love and the connection we have. It's all I need to keep me from going insane. This is the scariest yet most exciting thing I've ever done in my life. I can barely believe we're actually doing this.

I mean, imagine Harry walking down the aisle, him looking as handsome as ever. We'll be a family. My stomach is twirling with both nerves and excitement. This fantasy will very soon be my reality.

But then an object moving closer to me catches my attention.

There's a car approaching and the vehicle seems to be swaying quite a bit.

What the hell? Is the driver drunk or something?

It's poor way of driving is only getting worse as the distance between us narrows down.

Fear starts to build up inside of me because the other driver is going fast, really fast. But then I realise; So am I.

I want to move aside, hit the breaks and get away, but I don't have time. 

The other car is too close. I can't dodge it anymore.

No, this isn't happening.

There's a man inside the other vehicle. 

I meet his eyes. They're wide and the color is drained from his face. I'm sure I don't look a lot different than he does. We both know what's going on.

In these few moments that are left, I realise neither of us can stop this from happening. We don't have enough time to react anymore. It's inevitable.

I watch how the man lets go of his steering wheel and moves his hands up in an attempt to cover his face. 

I momentarily close my eyes as well and Harry appears before me. He's got tears in his eyes, his cheeks are swollen and lips parted.

I want to wipe his tears away, kiss his lips and tell him it's okay, but a forceful impact to my body keeps me from doing so. 

I gasp and open my eyes without me really wanting to. 

I feel as if I'm going to break into pieces, I don't know. But before I can quite wrap my finger around it, the emphatic impact changes to a sharp pain in my chest.

It's all too much.

Not even half a second later, the unbearable pain hits me all over my body. 

The sound of screeching tires, ripping metal and glass breaking pierce their way through my eardrums.

It's only now that I notice I'm screaming my lungs out.

Glass flies around, hitting me in my face, my arms, everywhere.

My vision becomes blurry and I'm covered in blood. I watch as the distance between the steering wheel and I decreases.

I'm going to hit my head or I'll get smashed, I don't know, but either way, I think I'm going to die.

Harry comes to mind one more time before I feel an immense amount of pain.

I can't breathe anymore.

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Harry's POV

"This is taking too long," I sigh out in frustration. "I'm going for a walk. Just sitting around here freaks me out,"

"Have you tried calling him?" Liam asks.

I nod in response. "It goes straight to voicemail. I don't understand,"

"Well, maybe he's turned it off. He called an hour ago and said he was on his way. He'll be here soon,"

"Yea," I reply, sighing again. I don't know what else to say.

I just don't understand why Louis isn't here yet. Is he having second thoughts about the wedding?

I stand up from the couch.

I can't take this any longer. I need some air.

"Do you want me to come with you, mate?" Zayn asks, looking at me in concern.

"No," I say. "I'm sorry. I need to be alone for a minute,"

I feel terrible telling him 'no', but I really need to think and be by myself. I'm worried sick.

I watch as Zayn smiles understandingly before I leave the room.

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The weather was wonderful when we got here, but now the sky has turned grey, almost black even. Is that a sign? What if Louis doesn't want to marry me anymore?

I've walked down the lake and around the building twice. I don't know how much time has passed, but I don't care because Louis still isn't here.

I sit down on the small stairs in front of the entrance. This way I'll be the first to see him when he arrives.

The pavement is cold, but it cools down my heated body. The waiting is killing me, it's absolute torture.

I bite the inside of my cheek impatiently and caress my sweaty hands through my curls. There's probably just a lot of traffic. Nothing to worry about, just like Liam said.

My phone vibrates and my heart begins to race. Maybe that's him! 

I take my phone out only to be disappointed by Zayn's name on the screen instead of Louis'.

"Is he here?" I ask, but I only hear Zayn choke my name in response.

My heart skips a beat at the panic in his voice.

I sit up straight.

Zayn's breath is shaky, it's catching in his throat. I believe he's crying.

"Zayn, what's going on?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Harry," he cries out again. "I couldn't find you anywhere, man. I'm sorry for calling. I just don't know-" he stops, a sob takes over his voice. "You need to go to the hospital as fast as you can. Louis was in a car accident,"

My heart stops. Literally. And my entire body goes numb.

What is this? Some sort of stupid joke?

"Zayn, what do you mean?"

"Just get in your car. Go now!"

The anger, yet panic in his voice makes me somewhat believe there's something really wrong. It makes me lose my grip on the world, it steals away my breath.

Zayn then continues to tell me that the hospital already called my mom and Jay, but I don't hear it. His voice fades away, it doesn't quite reach me.

I loosen my hold on the phone and blink blankly.

I don't exactly know what I should do.

I need to..- I have to- I got to see him. I have to go to Louis.

My breathing is increasing and I think I'm starting to hyperventilate. 

I don't know where my mom is, or the boys, but I have no time to care about that right now.

My legs are moving without me even thinking. I need to get to my car like Zayn said.

I have to see Louis.

"I'm on my way," I whisper through the phone, not sure if Zayn is even still there.

I run through the building making my way to the back and into the garden. I remember I parked my car there. 

Once I step outside the chapel, I notice it has begun raining.

Seriously? What a cliche.

In the progress of running, I slide my phone into my pocket and get out my car keys. My car comes in sight, making me feel somewhat relieved, but as I pass the twenty small chairs and the aisle where Louis and I are supposed to get married, I stop dead in my tracks.

The tears on my face mix with the falling rain.

Everything around me is falling apart or blown away by the stormy wind.

None of this is going to take place no more today, now is it?

It was just too good to be true.

It's all falling down.