holding on ; hbr

Chapter 17 { salty }

"Okay what ever" I say to him

He grabs my hand and we walk up to his room, he sits down on his bed, grabbing my waist and pulling me down with him. We kiss for a while, just cuddling, I felt safe in his arms. But before I got to meet Henry I feel my eyes getting heavy and I drift to sleep.

I wake up in the morning looking over to see hunter, but he wasn't there, he must be down stairs. I walk down the stair case and look in the kitchen and lounge area, he wasn't there either. I begin to start looking in all of the rooms, no one was home. I look out on the driveway and see that Christine's car was gone.

I pull out my phone hoping to have a text from hunter. I had a text but it was from Christine

"Hi y/n, call me when you get this it's urgent - Christine " I quickly tap her contact and click the phone icon listening to the ring tone, I begin to get worried. She finally picks up.

"Hey y/n" she says, I could hear her shaky voice, she had been crying
"Christine where are you, what's going on?" -me
"I'm at the hospital right now, hunter was hospitalised last night, he stopped breathing around one o'clock he had an asthma attack and I had to call 911" she says beginning to cry "the doctor said something hit I'm hard in the chin or throat area and it damaged his windpipes, this is really serious" she says

I feel the tears in my eyes building up

"Is he able to talk?" I question
"He's basically in the state between life and death y/n. The doctors aren't sure if he will make it" she says, I could hear her balling her eyes out.

I remember back to yesterday, when he was punched by Carson. That fucking dick did this, I think to myself.

My first and only love is in hospital because I wasn't strong enough to fight for myself.

She explained to me that there isn't allowed non family visitors for the next week. I couldn't stand this.

I continue to talk to Christine but I could tell she was finding it hard to keep speaking so I end the call.

I decide to tell hunters fans about what was happening, I pull out his computer and log in. I post on his Twitter

🔴 Live on #younow it's really important 😪

I press the live button and take the photo, then wait for the viewers to build up. I begin to read the comments

"You again"
"What the fuck"
"Who's she"
"Where's hunter"
"Your so ugly"
"Ew get out"

"Hey guys, I know most of you don't like me but I have something very important to say" I begin

More comments flood in

"Is hunter okay" were 90% of them

"Hunter has been in a terrible accident. He's in a really critical state at the moment, and he's not coping to well. Please everyone, wish him the best and keep him in your prayers. He won't be on for the next few days, but I'll be updating you, thank you for listing" I feel a tear run down my cheek and I end the broadcast before my eyes could read the more hate comments

I go onto instagram and look on hunters tagged. There was a new hashtag already

#getwellsoonhunter

It was already trending.
I log into hunters account and post about it just incase people didn't see the broadcast.
I go and like some peoples photos and read some paragraphs people had wrote about him.

My eyes felt glassy and my body was weak. My head was crashing with pain but I knew hunter wouldn't want me to do anything stupid, as much as I want to, I don't.

I open up his chest of drawers and put on his 1800-rowland-bling hoodie and get into his bed, I play his favourite song and put in my head phones, my eyes couldn't stay open any longer, maybe I was dying.

I fall asleep, not wanting to ever wake up again.