Summer Love *n.h* (Completed)

Chapter 13

Morgan's POV

Everyone gasped again. How did this go from me, thinking Liam, the love of my life, was breaking up with me, to him proposing?! I couldn't believe it. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to day yes right away, but, then I thought, what if I was going to ruin his career? We were only nineteen.

"Liam, I love you so much, but, I can't marry you," I could see that tears were gathering in his eyes. "You know I love you, but I don't want to interfere with your career, we're so young."

A tear rolled down his cheek, and he was about to shut the little blue velvet box, holding the sparkly diamond, but then stood up and took my hands.

"What if we waited until the tour was over? I'll be off work for a while, and we'll both be twenty. Morgan, I love you so much, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Liam's POV

Please say yes, please say yes. 

"I-I, Liam,"

Everyone was looking at her, and I had no idea what they wanted her to say.

"Yes," she finally said. "Yes, I'll be your Mrs. Payne."

I grinned ear to ear, and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her in for a kiss. It felt like time stopped, and it was just me and her. Like we would never pull away from each other, but we did. I slipped the silver ring on her finger, as she jumped up and down excitedly.

The girls ran over to hug her, and the boys came over to congratulate me.

My dreams had just come true.

Bailee's POV

I was so happy for Morgan. The both of them were amazing as a couple and loved each other, and now they could spend the rest of their life's together.

"I'm so happy for you!" I told her. I would've talked to her more, but over Morgan's shoulder, was Hannah. Her face was pale, and was very still.

I walked over to Harry, to tell him Hannah didn't look well.

We walked over to her. Her face still a ghostly pale.

"Hannah? Are you-" I couldn't even finish my sentence, Hannah fainted and collapsed into Harry's arms.

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Harry's POV

I was panicking. I didn't know what was wrong. I knew that Hannah had been sick, but not fainting sick.

"Hannah?! Hannah, please wake up." I pleaded.

Everyone was around us, waiting for her to snap out of it, but she didn't budge. I scooped her up into my arms, breaking out of the group and ran out of the theatre.

I put her carefully in the car, and I sped to the hospital.

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When we arrived not even five minutes later, Hannah was still unconscious, and there was a mob of paparazzi outside of the doors.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, dialing Paul.

"What's wrong, Harry?" He answered, knowing I wouldn't have called him otherwise.

"Look, Hannah fainted and she's unconscious, so I took her to the hospital, but there's a huge bunch of paps here, can you come and bring me in."

"I'll be there in three minutes." He said, immediately hanging up.

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