Complicated

Chapter 2

One thing I will always regret, is denying the chance to see my best friend before the funeral. My heart ached when the nurses asked if I'd like to see her crumpled body on the hospital bed. I was so tattered and broken that even the idea of seeing her body broke me.

I kept seeing the boy around the hospital. It was as if he couldn't let go. He'd come everyday, and search for a sign that told him they were alive. He would stand at my window and watch as I fiddled with my phone, his eyes dark with exhaustion.

The day I was deemed safe to leave, he stared at me as I packed my bags. Having to go to the bathroom to change out of the drab hospital gown, I found it quite odd of his interest in me.

As my parents signed me out of the hospital, I watched him continuously stare into oblivion, his arms crossed across his chest. Our eyes met once again, and a small smirk danced across his lips. I hadn't seen his lips lift once in the times I've seen him. It was refreshing to see.

The funeral was two weeks after my release, and all of Emily's family was invited to the service. My mother and I were the only two out of our family who went. For some reason, I almost couldn't find the strength to walk through the church doors.

The service was lengthy, full of tears and small smiles at the memories. I couldn't help but to cry. Watching people cry was the most saddening thing in the world, and in turn it made the tears stream as well.

The casket was closed, due to her harsh injuries, but I could picture her face even with the lid shut. Bruised, broken, hurt, shattered. My mother didn't shed any tears until the burying. Emily was her second daughter, and to see her go was indescribable.

Connor was the worst, having been Emily's boyfriend. He couldn't speak during his speech, he just stood in silence, his eyes scanning the room as tears flooded his cheeks. Chelsea couldn't come, for her and Emily weren't the closest.

School days passed, and a memorial service was held for Emily. She was the first girl in seven years to die in a fatal accident. I was called to give a speech for the school, but I remained silenced, completely speechless. Maybe staying silent and letting the people speak for themselves was the nicest thing you could give the deceased.

Graduation came enormously fast, and soon the school had forgotten about Emily, they had forgotten all of the classes of drinking and driving. They had forgotten the pain we had suffered. Even Connor moved on, finding someone new, Caroline. I couldn't even look at him anymore, for he had left the memory of Emily in the dust.

Connor and Chelsea stopped hanging out with me, for I was a burden because of my dreary mood. I couldn't help the fact that I can't forget.

Emily come back.

*-Niall's POV-*

Kelsey was gone. She's dead and there is nothing I could have done to stop it.

I spent hours in my room, grieving. How could I not? She was only woman I had opened my doors to, and she had left me.

Soon the inevitable time of touring arrived, and I just wasn't the same. The lads had taken a keen interest in cheering me up, but no dirty joke could've made Kelsey come back to me.

My head rested against the window of the bus as we rolled along. Louis and Harry had both slept in, being that we had a concert in the Izod Center in New Jersey last night, and those two had gone drinking.

I don't think I can ever pick up a drink ever again. Very seldom have I picked up my keys and driven around, but it was only for a few minutes.

Watching as Liam cleaned up around the bus, mister daddy direction ladies and gents, I couldn't help but think about the girl at the hospital. She didn't know me yet she told me everything would be alright and that I wasn't alone. That had struck a chord, and for some reason it made me want to know her.