Harry’s POV
I heard a loud thump along with gunshots. Melissa was dead. I felt everything slow down and I couldn’t breathe or think straight. “Melissa.” I cried.
“Ma’am?” I heard a man say.
“Harry.” I heard her whimper.
“Hello?” the man said into the phone.
“This is Harry! Is Melissa okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, she fell from the roof. She’s going to the hospital. She’ll be fine just a couple bruises that’s all. SOMEONE GET THAT WOMAN OUT OF THAT TREE!” he yelled.
“Mint!” Niall yelled. “Is she fine? She’s pregnant!” Niall yelled.
“Yeah, she’s perfectly fine she’s over here.” The man was cut off.
“MELISSA! OH GOD! MELISSA, WAKE UP! NIALL I’M ALRIGHT BUT MELISSA TOOK QUITE A FALL! SHE LANDED ON HER BACK! SOMEONE KILL THAT PSYCHO GINGER HEADED BITCH! KNOW WHAT I’LL KILL HER MYSELF! GET OVER HERE YOU GINGER BITCH!” Mint yelled.
“Melissa, please talk to me.” I whispered.
The phone went dead on us and I screamed in pain.
“You guys got 3 hours until show time. Start getting ready.” The man said.
We got up and went to our dressing rooms with me in tears. No make up for me tonight.
Melissa’s POV
I woke up next to Chad. “Am I dead?”
“Nope, just in a coma.” He said.
“God damn, what happened to no drama until September 5th?”
“Big guy gave me some info. Guess I was wrong sorry.” He said.
I face-palmed myself. “Ugh, and I fell of my roof. You know what! No more God damn drama! I hate this!” I yelled.
“Oh breathe!” Chad laughed.
“Ugh, can I just wake up now? Harry! Oh God is he committing suicide?” I yelled.
“No he’s doing a concert right now. He’s not in the best mood. Look.” He pulled out his iPad and I looked at the concert.
