Pretty Brown Eyes (A Liam Payne Imagine)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - Tessa's POV

I had begun to fold the laundry while listening to my favorite song, I Would, by One Direction, when the phone rang. Turning the volume down low, I answered it hesitantly, not expecting one.

"H-hello?" I ask, waiting for the person on the other side respond. Tapping my finger on my desk, I bite my lip nervously. Why was I so nervous?

"Is this Theresa Rhymes?" A strong, deep voice asks.

"Yes, c-can I help you?" I ask, not knowing who the voice belonged to. Staring at the diamond ring on my finger, I admire its beauty silently.

"Actually, I'm here to help you. Your fiance, Dylan Rogers, has been in a really bad accident. He's been moved to the hospital. I'm sad to say that he's in a coma and will be for more than a few weeks." Gasping, I put my hand up to my mouth as I shut my eyes and let the tears flow.

"May I come see him?" I ask, grabbing some tissues and wiping my mascara off my face.

"Yes, visiting hours close in an hour." The voice responds. Hanging up, I rush to my front door and grab my car keys hanging on the hook. I rush outside, not even locking my door, and drive off to the hospital.

After arriving, I get Dylan's room number and hurriedly walk to his room with dry tears on my face.

Crossing a four-way hall, I run into someone. I hit my head on his shoulder and fall flat on my butt. I quickly get up while he helps me.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." I apologize and walk past him, only for a few moments locking eyes with his chocolate brown ones.

"It's ok." I hear before I return my gaze to the people in front of me, watching me and the stranger.

Opening the door to Dylan's room, I see cuts and bruises all over his body. He had been cleaned and dried off, like he were be if he was the dead man at a funeral. I couldn't bear to think that.

I kneel by his bed as calmly as I can. "Dylan." As soon as I said his name, the tears just come streaming down without warning. "I-I love you, I always have. If you do leave me, I just want you to know that I will miss you, a lot. You were my everything. I just want you to wake up so we can act like this never happened." I hold his hand, rubbing the red cuts softly under my thumb.

I kiss his soft lips and get up to leave because there was nothing I could do. As soon as I'm halfway down the hall, I hear loud beeping. I run back to Dylan's room as doctors and nurses pile in, seeing what's going on with the heart rate machine.

I try to enter, but the nurses keep me out. "Dylan!" I scream, but no answer. I'm left outside of the room as they shut and lock it. Sobbing, I slide to the ground. Leaning my head against the wall, I take individual deep breaths to calm myself.

A few moments later, the nurse that locked me out stepped out of the room. I stand, hoping what she has to say is good news.

"Miss Rhymes, I'm sorry to tell you that your fiance, Dylan Rogers, has passed. He had a really bad head injuries that we tried to fix, but couldn't. I'm so sorry."