Glowing x - A The Script Fan Fiction

Glowing x - Chapter 18 (part one) - Rori, Give Me Strength!

Chapter 18- Unknown PoV

The TV remote landed on the floor with a loud thud that could wake the dead but I barely noticed the earth quaking sound. Frozen in time I stood there, my mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. I honestly couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. I didn’t want to believe what I’d just heard. The information that was currently whizzing around my head just wasn’t computing.  When news lady uttered those fatal words she seemed to be staring into my soul, watching me crumble internally, revelling in my pain. That one sentence spun and spun round driving me insane; “Tonight a sixteen year girl, Rori Lane, has been emitted to hospital after a ‘The Script’ concert...”

Impossible. They must’ve got the wrong girl. That just- that just can’t be right. Rori. My Rori. I didn’t even know she was going to see them, but then again why would she tell me? She doesn’t telling me anything anymore, I’m just a constant. Someone who’s always there, always watching. Like a shadow. It hurts to think that all my life I’ve pined for her, cried to sleep for her. I could cope when it was a stupid childhood crush. I was coping easily enough in my early teens. However; now? Now she’s all I think about. My first thought in the morning? Rori. My last thought at night? Rori. And when I see her? I melt. A grown up man should not fall for someone so simply, but how can I help it? Around her my feelings, and of course my imagination, take a life of their own.

When I’m with her? I feel as if I’m in paradise! To hold her hand? It would to be one with an angel? To hug her. It would to be in the arms of my saviour! To kiss her? Would be to find inner peace!

I know every single tiny detail of that girls life and not once have I left her. I know about her mother and that horrid deed she committed that night. I know about the way her dad treats her like dirt, the way he abuses my angel. I know her favourite food; chocolate cake. Her favourite colour; deep purple. Even when it’s her time of the month, all though this one freaks me out- a lot. But the hardest thing of all?

Knowing she likes someone else.

When she told me about this guy in her maths class, I think his name is Niall (A/N; Check chapter one if you can’t remember him). Apparently he’s everything she wants from a guy, apart from the fact he isn’t Danny O’Donoghue or any member of the script. What I wouldn’t give to be Niall or Danny O’Donoghue, just to have her love me the way I adore her. Alas dreams never do come true, I should know. On every birthday I blow out my candles and wish for her affection. I stay up late some nights to look for shooting stars just to make that same wish. Every night at 11:11 that thought runs through my mind. It’s sad and pathetic, I know. But what else do I have?

Gunfire awakes me from my deep and meaningful day dream. Don’t worry, it was only on the tele! It wasn’t actually real life gunfire, all though it does feel like I’ve been shot through the heart. Rori’s to blame.

Anyway, pathetic attempt at joking aside.... I close my mouth that had still been gaping the whole time I was thinking. A sudden urge to watch the rest of the article overcomes me, before I know it the remotes in my hand and I’m pressing rewind...

“Tonight a sixteen year girl, Rori Lane, has been emitted to hospital after a ‘The Script’ concert...” The news lady repeats, once again staring deeply into my thoughts and feelings. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to watch this news station again, that bitch creeps me out! “The girl was not only accompanied to St James Hospital (A/N first name that popped into my head...it’s hospital in my favourite TV show, not sure if it even exists...anyway I’ll stop distracting you now :P) by the bands publicist, Ms Amy King, but Danny O’Donoghue himself!”

Holy fudge monkeys.

She met him. She met the man of her dreams, and of course my nightmares. How can I compete with that? How can I compete with someone that she’s put on such a high pedestal that if she knocked him off he’d break every bone in that ‘precious’ body of his.

Guilt rushes over me, I’m being selfish when my darling girl has been admitted to hospital again. I wince at the thought of again. I wouldn’t be surprised if they got her a private suite all to herself at the local hospital the amount of time she spends there. It’s shocking how they haven’t got the social to take her away from that loser of a father of hers by now. However to this date the saddest time she was emitted to hospital was the time...the time...

No. Don’t yourself thing about it. You need to be strong for her. She needs you.

The only problem with that statement is I don’t know where the hell St. James’ hospital is or how the hell I’m going to get there. All I know is I’m going. But first I need to figure the way to get there as I’m still in the process of learning to drive and I don’t want to bother mum for a lift at half two in the morning. Anyway that would just make her worry and if I’m worried about my flipping then my sister will blow a fuse if she found out. Shit. What if she knows? Her heart will be even more shattered than mine. This will kill her.

Even more of a reason I need to find Rori and make sure she’s fine. As I’m pretty sure my dear little sister may commit suicide if something happened to her friend and loosing two of the people I love the most at practically the same time is not an option.

So here’s the plan; First track down St. James’ hospital. Second find out which ward and bay Rori is in. Thirdly make up a false ID card that will get me in there without being chucked out by security. Fourth find a decent suit (‘borrowing’ one of my flat mate will have to do at this preside moment in time). Fifth find someone mad enough to drive me to hospital at three o’clock in the morning. Sixthly and finally save the damsel in distress from the fire breathing dragon (or paparazzi...practically the same thing any way).

This may all sound ridiculous and like something out of a really bad sitcom but a man will do anything for love. Oh God, I now sound like a cheesy love song! Moving swiftly on...to do all this I’m going to hack into the computer systems or something. If only I someone who was a hacker...

Fuck.

No.

She’ll murder me if I ask her to do it. I’m already at the top of her very long and in depth hit list (for rather a good reason I must say...). One wrong move and my clogs will well and truly be popped!

My mind is screaming at me not to take this risk. But Sammy’s my only chance at finding her. However due to Sammy hating my guts, she always despises Rori...

You see my and Sammy have ‘a history’. A history that goes a bit like this;

Silly eighteen year old me was like; “Hmmm....who do I take to the prom?” Being in love with Rori she was obviously my first choice but being a stupid boy I was like “I know! Let’s take someone to make her jealous!” This is where the lovely Sammy comes in. At this point I’d been friends with her for about a year so she was my ideal choice for my ‘Fool Proof Master Plan!’. How was I to know that she ‘liked’ me? I was a teenage boy making me unobservant and the soul definition of insensitive. When I asked her out she nearly jumped for joy, I mean she literally jumped around and did a happy dance. Sammy can be just like an excitable toddler at times! She’s so random and cute. Anyway I still didn’t realise how much she actually like me, I thought she was just thankful to get a date! Unfortunately I could never bring myself to like her that way, she was just my friend. So the relationship dragged on for six months, the six longest months of my life. I knew she was hurting already so I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her. Then one day when I was slightly tipsy it might of all come running out like a pouring tap. That might’ve been the day when I possibly got beaten up a girl....It may have possible been the same day when someone might’ve possibly threatened to job a vital part of my anatomy off...  

Since that day I’ve been very careful in avoiding her, slightly worried if she has a sharp implement in her pocket... However, unfortunately for me, she is an extremely skilful computer hacker meaning that right now I need her like Sherlock needs John, how Harry needs Ron and Hermione, how the doctor needs a companion, like-

Well you get what I mean; I need a sidekick.

I’m just very scared about what I’ve got to do to get one! Oh Rori, give me strength my love!