Twenty

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I walk towards the shower in our dressingroom of the arena. Tonight is the award show and tomorrow we'll play another show here. I can't wait to show everyone my feshly dyed black hair.

I reach for the towel once I'm done and dry myself. I grab my black skinny jeans and a plain black shirt. I also grab a red leather jacket and pull it on. That will do for tonight.

I style my hair before heading to the exit and jump in the car next to Luke. I hate it that Ashton's still at Becca.

At the award show - I walk over the red carpet and make a little excited jump. This is so awesome.

We take a few pictures and we wait for Ashton to arrive at the entrance. I sigh deeply. I am not prepared for seeing them come here like they're a fucking couple.

"We have a problem". Luke sighs when he comes back from a phone call.

"What?". I frown.

"Ashton is on his way but Becca is in the hospital. She asked for you but we can't leave". He shakes his head.

"Why can't we fucking leave?". I grit my teeth. "What the fuck happened to her?".

"I-I don't know, but he will tell us. We have a fucking award show to be at". Luke bites his lip.

"I can do whatever I want. I want to fucking know what is going on". I push him out of the way and storm off to get a taxi cab.

I see Ashton and pull him with me.

"Tell me why she is in the hospital". I spit.

"She just fainted. Nothing wrong with that". He says. But I know he's lying.

He tries to pull me to the entrance of the building but I stay put.

"I have to go to her". I sigh.

"She is okay". Ashton lies again.

"Don't fucking lie". I feel myself getting all emotional again.

"Take my car". He sighs and gives me the car keys of his jeep.

"Are you sure?". I frown and he nods.

I quickly pace to Ash's car and drive off at the hospital.

The entire time I can't stop worrying about Becca. What could be so fucking wrong that Ashton had to lie about it? What if I fucking lose her?

I want to shake off those bad thoughts but they don't leave my mind.

When I finally arrive at the hospital I park the car nearby the entrance and pace in. I have no idea where to go so I ask it to one of the nurses who leads me to Becca's room.

I don't even knock on the door and just barge in. I see her laying on the hospital bed with her eyes closed. Her arm is covered with bandage, both are. I still see some blood through it and it makes me shiver.

I sit down next to the bed on this uncomfortable chair and grab her hand. I stroke circles with my thumb and pray to God she'll be alright.

After waiting several hours she opens her eyes and a little smile covers her face, but quickly she remembers where she is and tears start to stream down her pale face.

"It's okay". I whisper.

She whipes away her tears with her other hand. I see her struggle with the pain around her wrist. I wish I could take her pain away.

"What happened?". I ask after thirty minutes of silence.

"Ashton fell asleep. I felt so depressed out of a sudden and the enormous urge to cut myself, deep. I wish he was awake but he wasn't and somehow I could stay so silent he wouldn't wake up. But then I felt I got too deep and the razor was too sharp. I started to yell his name while laying on the bathroom floor. My surroundings started to spin and my head got so dizzy. I tried to stand up and walk to the bed, pleading for him to wake up. He did but I fell down and fucking fainted. I feel so fucked up, Michael. I missed you by my side and I wanted you to lay down next to me and just hold me. I get it why you reacted so wrong on the situation last night, but I know you're a good guy. I fucking love you, Michael". She whispers.

I take in the words she said. It hurts so bad hearing the things she said. She just fucking survived and I couldn't be happier.

"Love is a big word, Becca". I chuckle to lighten her day a little.

She gives me a small smile and sits up. She comes closer to me and places her lips against my cheek.

"I am in love with you Michael". She says.

"I am in love with you too". I say and give the kiss back. "Am I allowed to lay down with you?".

"Of course you are". She smiles and scoots a little aside to make enough room to lay next to her.

"I couldn't sleep last night". I sigh.

"I can see that". She chuckles.

"Are the bags under my eyes so bad?".

"No. Your hair is black while I requested it to be blonde again". She says and strokes her hand through my hair.

"You're so stupid". I laugh.

"Well, then I am your stupid girlfriend. I can live with that, but can you?". Girlfriend? Really? Is this really happening?

I frown at her and then she nods. She knows what I was thinking of.

"I am glad that you're my stupid girlfriend". I say and wrap my arm around her shoulder and give her a little squeeze.

"I hope they fire me soon, because I don't want to lay in this tiny bed anymore".

"Isn't it cozy?". I tease.

"I just want to lay by your side and never leave it. I just want you to hold me and say everything will be alright". She whispers.

I hug her tight to my body and peck my lips against her forehead.

"You'll be fine". I smile.

a/n : this story will be followed in Becca's p.o.v.

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