Saving Us || l.h

F I F T E E N

"Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tell- DAMIAN!" I shriek, falling off the couch. "Get that thing away from me!" I screech, scooting away. He held the rubber spider in my face, making me fall back on the ground while he continued to laugh. He puts it on the dresser, giving me a hand up. "I will not hesitate to kill you." I mumble, putting my guitar on its stand. "That was great! Oh my god!" He continued to laugh, pissing me off more.

"Why is Dylan pissed at you this time?" Aaron walks back into my dressing room, glancing around the room. "She's terrified of fake spiders." Damian begins laughing all over again, me groaning. I walked out of the room, Damian's laughter heard down the hall. I made my way onto the stage, grabbing the mic. I was practicing I Wish with T.I. today, he was joining the Asian part of my tour.

He was already out there, finishing up. "Hey." I say once he was finished, watching him take a drink of water. "Hey." He greets, sitting next to me. "So, for this song I'm normally interacting with the crowd, because I make my way to the B-Stage for Sirens, so halfway through we are going to head through the floor crowd to the B-Stage, then you finish up then you're free to do whatever for the rest of the night while I finish up my performances." I shrug, staring out into the empty arena. I couldn't focus for the life of me, I was getting so irritable with everyone and Zach was completely avoiding me after I went off on him the other day.

We went through the song, Brad still not back from the U.S. yet, making all of us nervous because he was supposed to be back last week. He wasn't answering his phone and neither were his parents. "Great job." I tell T.I. grabbing my water. I took a long drink, grimacing when my stomach began hurting again. "You alright?" Damian asks as he gets up on the B-Stage with me so we can go through Sirens. "Yeah, fine, my stomach still hurts is all." I mumble, putting my water down. "Are you hungry?" I shake my head, taking my mic from the man holding it.

"Let's continue practicing." I say, taking a deep breath.

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"So, this next song is an older song, but one of my favorites. It's by my good friend Taylor Swift, this is Fifteen." I smile as I sit on a stool on the B-Stage, but I was going to make my way back to the main stage in this song.

"Take a deep breath and walk through the door it's the morning of your very first day." I begin, Damian and Aaron making their way to the main stage before me. I was a quarter through the song before I got up, making my way to the main stage when the wave of dizziness passed over me. I ignored it, having dealt with it the last few hours and nothing happening. I was helped onto the main stage and stood at the end, now halfway through the song.

My vision suddenly went black and that's all I could remember.

Damian's POV

Dylan went down halfway through Fifteen, and she went down hard. I rushed forward, the entire crowd gasping. Two paramedics carried her off the stage, putting her on the couch in her dressing room. They checked her vitals, saying everything seemed normal. They left, leaving all of us sitting around waiting for her to wake.

"She's been complaining about a stomach ache but I didn't think anything of it." I groan, sitting in one of the chairs. "When was the last time she ate?" Aaron asked, looking over at me. "I have no idea." "If she doesn't wake up in the next few minutes we need to send everyone home." James says, peaking his head in. I nod, looking over at Dylan.

Twenty minutes passed and I could hear the arena getting quieter and quieter as the minutes passed. I looked over a Dylan for the umpteenth time, but this time seeing her eyes fluttering. "Dylan." I breathe, rushing over. "What happened? I remember singing fifteen then all I saw was black." She mumbles, sitting up then squeezing her eyes shut. "Too fast." She mutters, breathing hard. "Get me her water." I rush Aaron, watching him toss it toward me. I opened it, handing it to Dylan. She shook her head, leaning back on the couch. "Dylan, you need to drink this." I urge. "I can't, everything hurts." She shakes her head. "When was the last time you ate?" "I don't-" she paused, thinking. "I don't remember." She mumbles, closing her eyes again.