Anni POV
I was wrong. I spoke too soon. And now she was gone.
It wasn't her constant battle with herself that eventually ended her life; it was the tired and sleep-deprived truck-driver that rammed her car in the middle of the night that did.
I don't even know when it happened; all I know is that when I woke up the morning after with a knock on my bedroom door and a sick feeling in my stomach.
My mum walked in, tears streaking her face and a phone in her hand. I shake my head and suddenly Aimee and I were crying together., sobbing heartlessly for the company of our friend who would we would never see again.
We'd never get to hear the laugh that was so contagious, to hear the sounds of her terribly off-key singing, never to hear the sounds of constant swearing and weird story telling's, and never get to feel the relentless aura of love that swelled off of her despite how she felt about herself.
Megan was gone and there was nothing we could do about it.
We didn't tell Mikey, and that was probably the worst thing we probably could have done. We didn't tell any of the boys- the last thing they needed while on a jam-packed tour was the news of one of their best-friends death.
But somehow the fans found out- and the chaos began. The hash-tags #StayStrongMikey and #RIPMeganGillies trended world wide on almost all social media types. Then the boys found out.
Michael was the worst to react- he didn't even scream or get angry at the fact the driver of the truck survived and his girlfriend didn't. He just went...numb. He smiled less- we all did- he sang less and suddenly the comfort he had found in music disappeared.
The other boys lost it; the tour was postponed, meet and greets cancelled, the producing of their second album halted. It seemed like the only thing that was important at the moment was having each other be there for on another, and to celebrate the life of the girl we had loved so dearly.
But I didn't want to have to celebrate her life, I wanted her back so we could go to university together, get shitty jobs together, marry the guys of our dreams and have kids- although she didn't want any.
Calum and I grew closer again; we were both relying on each other to keep us from crumbling in on ourselves. Everyone drew closer as a group again, it was almost like the darkest of tragedies was the only thing able to drag us back into the light.
Although Megan's death was hard on all of us for different reasons, we all knew one thing: we had to keep fighting. For her.
And so we did. We fought on.
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Fanfic"Cal?" "-you're just really pretty and- wait, yeah?" "Shut up for a minute." "I'd love to." • Completed but undergoing editing. No major plot changes •