You laid down in your bed and feeling only sadness ever since that day.
That day when someone murdered your love, Matthew St. Claire. One day, someone brought a gun to the band's concert. The shooter was originally aiming at you, but Matthew saved you.
His death impacted the band terribly, but the guys knew how much this hurt you. They try to cheer you up, but it wasn't the same without Kurly. The cute nickname you gave him since he kept calling you Whiskey. Whiskey, the name was given to you, because Kurly said that you get him love-drunk on you. Plus it's his and your favorite drink.
A soft knock from your bedroom door, "Hey (Y/n), can we came in?" The familiar voice from Dylan, you stared forward and let them talk, listening to their voices.
"(Y/n), please don't ignore us. We just want to talk." George had so much hurt in his so voice, it started to make you cry. You haven't talked to them since the accident, which was two months ago.
"Yeah, like the way it used to be," Jordan said his voice was the loudest one out of the others. "Remember that time, when you made homemade cookies and you put laxatives in it and gave it to everyone."
"And zipped tied all the bathrooms, so there was only one left, even zipped tied the scissors and hid all the knives." Jorel laughed, and so did you. Everyone was so mad at you, but they gave you credit for the work.
"I remembered that she made me ruined my favorite pants," Daniel said while laughing at the embarrassment that he shitted himself. You giggled at the thought, then your face fell when you remembered that Matthew helped you with pranking everyone on the bus.
"Look, please just let us in. Please (Y/n), don't push us away." George pleaded.
"Ok." You mumbled. You stood up and walked to the door, gently grabbing the doorknob, but you didn't turn it.
You stood there in the darkness, you know that if you opened the door, you're expecting Matthew. Letting your hand fall back to your side and stood there.
"Maybe she asleep guys." Disappointment and sadness invaded Dylan's usual happy tone.
The guys left your door, they wouldn't go in your room without your permission. You can easily hear them talking about you in the living room because they're loud.
"I'm so sorry." Your raspy voice echoed in your quiet room.
You turned around and saw him. Standing there with a smile on his lips and his arms wide open.
"Hi Whiskey." You ran to him and jumped in his arms.
You didn't.
You fell to the floor, confused that you swore you saw him there, ready to give you a hug. You balled up and cried, crying to the point your eyes started to hurt.
"I miss and love you."
"I love you too, Whiskey." You looked up to see the person who spoke, but no one was there. Confused, it sounded just like Kurly. Frowning and crawling back in bed. Covering your head with your (f/c) comforter and you snuggled your head into Kurly's favorite pillow, where it catches most of your tears.
If he was here now, he would hold you until you felt better.
Which he was. He been with you for the past two months, they're watching you, saying 'I love you.'s. This was the closest Kurly has gotten to have you start talking to the band again.
"I will never stop saying 'I love you', even after death. I love you Whiskey." You heard a faint voice before you fell asleep.
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I wrote and edited this so fast that it might make no sense at all, so...
Sorry if it's shitty, but I warned you lol. Plus all the chibis pics of them don't belong to me, I'm not that talented xD
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Fanfiction(Reader insert) (Slow updates) Just some one shots, I hope you like it. The artwork used in the story are not mine. I don't know who made it, but the credit goes to them. :) Cover pic: Unknown. (I found it on Pinterest, I don't who drew it but ple...
