Nevermind Me

Chapter idk...

BREAKING NEWS

"Please exuse our interruption as we bring you this tragic and frightening event.

One Direction, a popular band here, and, well, everywhere, seems to have been the targets of an arson act. A bomb was placed on the plane that one of their employees was traveling on with a man who was also under their employment who claimed to be called 'Jonathan Miller'. It appears that Mr. Miller was traveling with the young girl working for the boys and while in the air he repeatedly raped her until they landed.

The long flight was then acoompanied by a huge scare for the girl when she awoke and found out that the plane had exploded! Band members Niall, Liam and Harry were all injured in the blast and the pilot of the plane was killed. Now everyone is told to keep an eye out for this man, Mr. Miller, as he is nowhere to be found.

Police are now still investigating the scene of the blast and all four people injured are in the hospital, all with life concerning injuries. If anyone has any information, they are being asked to step forward and-

CLick.

I turned off the TV and slumped back into my bed. I felt like shit, unsure of where to go. Back to the hospital? Louis and I had been staying across the road at a small hotel for a couple days as the news was just being allowed out to the public and neither of us had slept at all.

I should have been there with them, saving Jay and Niall, what was I doing?

I still can't believe it. Niall still wasnt awake, Harry had a peice of plane stuck in his back and Liam broke his leg.

They still wouldn't tell us about Jay.

"Lou?" I called.

"Ya Zayn?" he called back from the couch down a set of stairs. The suit we were in was pretty cool, two levels with the beds up and the kitchen area/sitting area down by the door. If only we were in a better situation to enjoy it. Now, the lavish rooms made me even more guilty as the others were stuck in crappy hospital wards...

Alone.

"Any more word?"

"I'm-" he was cut off by his phone ringing.

"Hello?" I heard him answer it almost annoyedly. He'd been really rocked by the incident, where as i was more exhausted than anything.

No, Louis was just angry at everyone and everything. I had finally fallen asleep a few hours ago only to be woken by him yelling at the TV because some news reporter had said Niall was close to death.

"We'll be there in 3." I overheard him say, and immediately hoppped out of bed. I walked down the stairs and both of us stayed silent.

I didn't need to ask, we both knew it was obviously something.

I grabbed my key, wallet, phone and jacket before we left our room.

In the hallway, it was earliy silent, as if everyone in the hotel was holding their breath. I know I was.

We passed through the front doors of the hotel and met security just outside. Surprisingly, the poparatzy was behaving and only a few photos were taken, a few questions asked.

None of which we answered, until we crossed the street and were at the doors to the hospital when Louis turned to them all and said,

"Niall's awake."

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Jay's POV

I looked up as the doctor walked in. The morphine drip in my arm was probably the only reason I was still holding on, I remember the pain before it. 

And the way my flesh had looked melted onto my bones. I shivered at the memories.

New scars. Thats all this expreience was. I had been raped before, all those men my father found. I had had drugs before, James had seen to that but I'd never enjoyed them.

Almost getting blown up? New. Another new scar in my life.

They wouldn't let me see Niall.

I hoped that that was because he wasn't ready to see me, not that i couldn't see him because he was....

Gone.

He can't be gone. Now I have finally admitted that I need him, and now that I want him to need me. 

"Ms, we have good news and bad news."

"Good first, please." I whispered slowly.

"Alright." the balding man said. His glasses slid down his nose as he glanced at the paper in his hand.

"Niall is awake and it seems that his concussion will not be imparing. He will be fine, the only thing maybe a short memory. Of course, he has other minor injuries that won't last as long as his concussion, such as his sprined wrist. It seems that you both sprained opposite wrists and Liam tells us it's because he wouldn't let go of your hand."

Relief and worry filled my mind at the same time. Short memory, so he will remmeber recent things, but what about his childhood and thier music? I guess we will see. 

But he'll live. He's fine.

"When can I see him?"

"Soon."

The thought of seeing Niall again woke me up slightly, as if the need for him was greater than the drugged state I wanted to stay in now. 

The doctor sighed and sat in the chair beside my bed, folded his hands on his lap and looked at me oddly.

Almost pittying me, I would have guessed if I could think clearly.

"NOw," he began, "the bad news is about you."

i nodded slightly to show that he could keep going.

"Ms, it appears you have HIV, close to AIDS."

And with that another flash back came.