My Love (Westlife)

Chapter 5 - My Love

Chapter 5

I woke up in an unfamiliar room. Wait a minute. I was still alive? I touched my body to prove it. I was really alive...but how? I spotted a clock which said 7:45 p.m. beside the bed that I was laying on. "You're awake," said a guy who was sitting on the floor. What the hell was he doing here? "Why didn't you tell us that you can't swim? We could have given you a private swimming lesson," he smiled his dazzling smile. Did I mention who was the guy sitting on the floor right now?

Bryan McFadden.

"How did you find me?" I felt so weak judging by how tiring it was for me to open my mouth and speak. Aside from me being weak, how did they find me? I believed that there was not a single person left at the pool other than me.

"Well, it's because we kind of wondered why we didn't see you in the activity and thought that we should come back because we also thought that you enjoyed being in a swimming pool and you didn't notice the time,"

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard in my entire life!" I exclaimed.

"I know," he replied whilst chuckling.

My face suddenly turned into a serious one, "Someone pushed me,"

"We know,"

"How?" I asked.

"Because when we arrived, someone ran away from us," he explained to me, "We didn't know who it was and then I saved you and I gave you...CPR," he grinned widely at me. That was the time when I went back to his sentence and inhaled the word 'CPR'.

"What?! You gave me CPR?!" I yelled at him.

"You should be happy you know," he chuckled. "My lips are for important purposes only," after that, we both laughed. Well, I really should be thankful, right? I meant...he saved my life. If it wasn't for him giving me CPR I would have died right now.

"Don't laugh very hard," he ordered, "You're a little sick,"

"What?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You have a fever," Oh. That was the reason why I felt so weak just by moving. After a minute of silence, I started shivering, "Are you cold?" I gave him a nod as shivers ran down my spine. Then he did what I least expected him to do, he placed his self comfortably beside me.

"W-What are you doing?" I stuttered. Why was he joining me on the bed? What the hell was he doing? So many things were runni—

"Relax," he said as he placed an arm around me and found myself face-to-face with his chest. "I'm just giving you my body heat," I didn't react after that, obviously because I didn't know what to say. "Are you still cold?"

"No," I said briefly.

"Let's go to sleep,"

When I felt comfortable enough in his embrace, I muttered a few grateful words of my own, "Thank you," who knew that Westlife had a band member who was helpful and caring? I was really, really thankful for Bryan McFadden. I could consider him as a hero.

My hero.