Infatuated

Chapter One

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

"Is she blinking?" 

"No, honey, please sit down again. She will be alright."

What? Why can I hear voices? Is it God?

"SEE! She just blinked again!"

I tried opening my eyes, but it felt as if they were glued shut.

"She has another visitor, Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton."

"OH MY! Drew honey! You made it!"

Drew?! Let me see Drew! "I wouldn't leave my little sister like this. Of course I made it."

So someone does care? Why has it taken me this long to realize it? Maybe I just want to feel wanted? Maybe I'm an attention seeker? Everyone probably hates me now for what I did.

Heck. I hate myself for what I did. Why do I have to hurt people before I realize I'm only hurting myself? Why does it take me so long to realize everything I'm doing is selfish? Why did I even try to give up? I know people won't like me for what I did, so why'd I do it?

Because I'm an attention seeker. That's why. I'm always thinking of myself now that Andy has passed away. He left a huge hole in my heart... A hole that will never be replaced ever again. I remember the day like it was yesterday.. The day the love of my life just disappeared...

More like vanished. But in reality, the word is dead.

It's our 3rd anniversary. I have been away for 5 months now because I had to go on tour with my father because he is a famous pianist... Even though I had a choice of not to go and stay here with Andy, I chose to go because this was an opportunity of a lifetime. My dad is a great piano teacher and was teaching me while I was on tour  with him so I preformed with bands such as Coldplay, The Script and One Direction. I didn't get too close with the One Direction boys but that's okay, as long as I know their names I'm good to preform with them again. Okay, random. Back to what I was talking about. Since I have been gone so long I'm coming home for a couple days (then going back on tour) and I get to surprise Andy today! It's not like I would miss our third anniversary.

"Taxi!" I shouted, waving my arms like a maniac so then the yellow car could see me.

The driver pulled over and stopped right beside me. I hopped in the vehicle and told the driver where I was headed too. In a couple minutes the driver stopped at the all too familiar building. I paid him fifty pounds and got out of the taxi. I waved goodbye to the driver as he drove off into the distance and I made my way up the concrete staircase in the front. I got up to the mat that says 'Welcome' and lifted it up, finding the spare key he leaves under there. I'm always constantly telling him to remove it from there but he never listens.

{A/N play the song on the side softly and kinda quietly}

I twisted the key in the lock and pushed the door open. The squeaky hinges making loud squeals. The hardwood floor making creaking noises. You may think the house sounds creepy, but it holds so many great memories. 

"Andy? Are you home, babe?" I asked in the stillness of the room.

Something isn't right. I can feel it. He's always home unless he's working. And he starts working at 4-10pm everyday... It's only one o'clock. "Andy?" I asked again.

Nothing. Just silence except a shaky breath here and then coming from my parted mouth.

I walked down the hallway, heading to Andy's room. The one where we made my beautiful child growing inside of me in. I twisted the doorknob, entering his room. Still, there was silence. I heard some moaning. Not pleasure moaning, (Alex would never cheat), but...

Pain... It was pain moaning. I looked around the grey room.. His blue duvet was scattered across the floor, his fuzzy comforter was over his pillows and the whole bed was crooked.

Andy never leaves his room a mess... He's a neat freak, so why is everything all screwed up in here? 

"Andy..?" I asked in the stillness of the room. 

I heard a groan come from the side of his bed. I quickly walked over to it... There I saw my love, my heart, my soulmate with a knife, jabbed into his abdomen.

I grabbed his hand, my heart racing. Tears were floating down my cheeks and landing on my arms with a soft pitter-patter movement.

"Please.. Please sing for me." He croaked. Time was running out.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

"Okay." I said shakily. I hastly plugged in my iPhone to the speakers and started singing along to Moments, by One Direction.

"You know I’ll be

Your life

Your voice

Your reason to be

My love

My heart

Is breathing for this

Moment

In time

I’ll find the words to say

Before you leave me today" I paused to see him trying to smile, but failing miserably.

"Close the door

Throw the key

Don’t wanna be reminded

Don’t wanna be seen

Don’t wanna be without you

My judgment's clouded

Like tonight's sky" I soon finished the song to see him crying.

"What's wrong babe?" I asked him, trying to ignore the fact that there was a knife jabbed into my boyfriend.

"I just wish I could grow old with you..." He said sighing "But, I know I can't. Take care of Laryssa. Be the good mum I know you can be." He said before closing his eyes.

"I love you, Andy." I whispered, placing a delicate, loving kiss to his still warm lips.

"Ditto." He whispered before falling into a deep slumber...

Forever.

{You can stop playing the song now}

"Mum?" I croaked, opening my eyes to see a white room.

"Oh my goodness! My baby!" Mum said kissing my tear-filled cheeks.

"Honey, I'm so glad you're awake." My dad said placing a kiss on my clammy forehead.

Next was Drew. "Don't ever do that again.. Ever." He said shedding tears and kissing my hand.

"I won't... I promise."

"Mr. Hamilton, some boys are here to see you." The doctor said stepping into the room.

My dad stepped out into the hallway and just sat there talking for a bit but then my dad and five more figures stepped into the room.

Once again, for the first time since tour, I was face to face, with One Direction.

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