Meeting Macey

Chapter 5- Waking Dawn.

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I hope you like this double update- Two chapters in two days! Enjoy my lovelies xoxo

•LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW•

I twiddled my thumbs anxiously as I walk back with my scorching hot cheap expression coffee from the hospital cafeteria. It's been five hours and this douchè is still putside MY sisters dorm. I sigh and take the seat out side room '94.' Crossing my legs and taking a sip, I look at the man whilst he crosses his arms peering through the cracks of the windowsill.

"Man, we've been here for five hours. Just explain who you are and what you want. This is just weird she doesn't even know you." I said looking up nervously, unsure whether I may have to physically remove him.

"Ian Somerhalder. Pleasure. I'm here for the exact same reason you are. For her." He said with no tone in his voice, slowly arching his head in my direction, swiftly turning on his right heel.

"Shit man. I mean you don't know her. She's my sister. Just piss off, in sure you have better things to do." I say turning a darker shade of infuriated blood red.

"That first glance she gave me was.. It. I have to wait until she's okay at least. I'm actually supposed to be at a tv show convention right now but I cancelled. For her."

I rolled my eyes. How fucking philosophical does he get? I mean GO AWAY. "Yeah Bro. I get it.." I say somewhat relaxed. "But what the hell would you be doing at a convention?"

"Your joking. Right?" He said scoffing at my remark, I felt sincerely offended. "No. Are you like supposed to be famous or something?.."

"You could say that." He said before turning to his left and wondering of without a single word or soul to anyone.

I walked up to dad, the only one with a reliable smart phone unlike my cheap shitty 'Nokia.' "Dad. Phone? Please?" "Not the right time mate." He said after confronting the doctor with his father like interrogation skills. 'How is she? Are you treating her well? Could she be out by tomorrow? Explain what unconscious severity is without any difficult terms.'

I smiled, wondering back to my seat only to find Ian, of all people right beside me. I tilt the phone screen so he is unable to see as I search his name on 'Google' "Search results for Ian Sonerhalder: 100,000 in 0.1 seconds." I feel intimidated as I scroll through biographies, pictures, promotional modelling and his girlfriend? I exhale heavily. "Damn. That was one great night. The Beibs and I met that night." I ear over my should to find an internationally known actor looking at the iPhone as I scroll to a picture.

"You weren't supposed to see that." I say humiliated, switching the phone off. "Sorry about earlier. So I heard you play Damon?"

He grinned and that's when I met my future best friend.


•MACEY'S POINT OF VIEW•

My blonde locks comforted me as I awoke, unsure of the time, date or hour of the day. I groaned rollin over. There was movement and sound outside. "She's awake just let us in." My dad's stern voice insisted. I grinned remembering all of the time he would defend me and I'd giggle of humiliation.

The door clicked as the door eerily opened, as though my eardrums were used as a megaphone. I moaned sleepily. "Morning Princess." Mum said as she kissed my forehead, sitting down beside me. "H..how long has it been?" I say looming directly into her blood stricken eyes. "3 days. But we haven't left the building once." I choked in astonishment. They were so devoted to comfort me, they never left me? I smiled childishly. "But a boy's never left you either." She says nodding in the doors direction. "Should I bring him in?" I nod as she left the room. I say up on my neck strengthening pillows and twiddled my toes nervously, pulling my hair in a messy bun from the tie left on my wrist. I was surprised they didn't cut it off due to circulation problems. I shrugged it off and hoped for the best.