Harry checks his phone all day even though he made sure his volume was high. He sighed in disappointment whenever it wasn't Louis, which was every time but decided not to call him and give him a little space.

'Maybe I'm being too clingy? We do talk everyday, I could be bothering him.' He thought to himself on his way home. 'But he text me first and calls me without me asking now... Maybe I'm just overthinking and he'll talk to me tonight.'

Harry imagines Louis being in the car with him going to the home they shared.

He really liked him and hoped they could be together, he never liked anyone as much as he liked the stuttering boy. It was weird but a good weird that he didn't wanna go away.

Too busy in his thoughts Harry doesn't notice himself driving through a red light before it was too late.

His car gets hit hard making it tumble, flipping as the other car spins out of control. Harry grips onto the steering wheel as he sees everything happening so fast before he knows it there's glass everywhere and his airbag deploys knocking him out cold.

His phone rings and Louis' photo shows up on the screen.

I'm sorry!! 😢🙈