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Chapter 14: Drive!

Liam’s POV:

“Don’t call us fellas. Ever,” I said sternly to Bree.

“Okay,” She squeaked. Her facial expression dropped. Tears started to fill her eyes. She stood up and ran towards her closet. Zayn and Niall trying to stop her. “Bree!” I screamed after her. She kept running. She flung the door to her closet open, and rushed in. I stood there shocked at what just happened. “What the hell is wrong with you, Liam!” Harry said pushing my shoulder.

“I-I didn’t d-do anything,” I stuttered out.

“Well then why is she crying?” He said scrunching his eyebrows.

“I don’t know,” I said storming out of the den over to her closet.

You could hear her crying thro the door. I felt awful. What did I do?

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-45 minutes later-

Liam’s POV:

We’ve been out here for 45 minutes. Waiting for Bree to come out.

She finally stopped crying only a couple of seconds ago. Now all we heard were some things being pushed around.

Zayn was pacing around the room.

Niall was nervously biting on his index finger nail.

Harry was slouching on the ground with his knees hugged to his chest and his face in his hands.

Louis was trying to pick the lock on Brees door.

And I was trying to calm Zayn down.

“Its okay, Zayn. She's fine,” I said grabbing his arm.

“How do you know?” He said, slowing down his pace.

“I know, trust me,” I said giving him a reassuring smile. He returned it and went to sit by Harry, I followed.

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-20 minutes later-

Still Liam’s POV:

We were all sitting, and whispering about the upcoming tour when Bree’s door flung open.

We all jumped to our feet. Then I saw her arm. There was blood all over it. And her clothes. “Oh. My. God,” I said. Thats when she dropped unconscious.

“Bree!” We all yelled. I ran and picked her up.

“Go get the car!” I yelled to the boys. They obeyed and ran up stairs. I carried the limp Bree in my arms. At the top of the stairs I saw the boys left the door open for me to easily get out with Bree in my arms.

I ran outside, I saw the boys had started Bree’s hummer. I got in the back with Harry and Niall.

“Drive,” I said.

-At hospital-

Bree’s POV:

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Was all I heard.

“Turn it off!” I yelled.

“Sorry hun, can’t do that,” Said an unfamiliar voice. I opened my eyes quickly to see who it was. I was immediately blinded by bright yellow walls. and I giant ceiling light “Ahhh,” I screamed. “My eyes!” I screamed again. I looked around and noticed I was in the hospital. I saw the source of the voice was a nurse. She was chuckling at my remark. “I can turn the lights down a little. If you want,” She said handing me a cup filled with water.