Love Hate

Chapter 17

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The next two weeks passed living at Louis quite quickly.

We took turns doing things and everything wasn't too bad.

We argued all the time but we got over it, apologizing not long after.I sat on the cold couch, opposite end to Louis watching the news.

I was dead bored and living with Louis wasn't exactly the "high life"

The boys were coming over for dinner in about an hour, management too and we were doing pizza, I wasn't going to cook for all of them. 

They need to discuss more tour plans for another American Tour.

I heard my phone buzz and Louis threw it to me, hitting my stomach.

"Ouch,"

I muttered, Louis muttering a sorry before I got up, walking out of the of the room, sitting on the kitchen bench.

"Hello?"

I said chirpily.

"Amelie,"

It was my dad and he sounded flustered.

"What's up?"

I said.

 I normally called my parents or visited them.

"You need to get home,"

he sobbed.

He never cried.

 Ever.

"Why? What happened?"

I asked panicky.

"Drunk driver at an interse-ction. Noa-h,"

he said before there was some noise in the background.

I dropped the phone. 

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I sat there, not moving when I hung up.

 My brother was in critical condition in hospital and he had lost a lot of blood.

 I didn't know too many details, I don't think I wanted too.

I wasn't a crier.

 I was a blank person who didn't show much emotion when in pain but when it came to family, all hell breaks loose.

I didn't know what to do.

I ran to Louis' front door, fumbling for my car keys as I ran down the drive.

"Amelie?"

called Louis confused as I cussed under my breath, trying to open the door.

My hands were shaking now.

"What's wrong?"

he asked scratching his head and following me down the drive.

"I've got to go home...Noah,"

I said before backing out fast, and pushing it to Doncaster. 

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I ran through the hospital, shoving doors open.

"My brother..No-Noah Reeves,"

I swallowed, trying to ask the lady where he was.

"I'm sorry miss but he is in critical condition, doctors are examining him. You can wait-"

she didn't finish before I spotted my parents, Alex and Victoria sitting in the plastic hospital chairs outside a hallway. 

It had taken me a long time to get here, traffic mainly but I was an impatient person and couldn't be calm. 

Who could?

"Oh Amelie,"

sobbed my mum, holding out her arms.

I didn't cry as I held my dad's hand or rubbed my mum's back.

I just stared at the ground, my mind blank.

We were told to go home at around 9pm, doctors telling us that if there was any news they'd call but Alex shut them up fast.

We were not leaving.

Victoria tried to make us all eat, taking over mother mode.

My parents drank coffee, lots of it while I threw up what food I had eaten that day, sick. 

When I came out from puking, sitting in my spot was Louis. 

He came here?

I looked away, I didn't want to feel emotional. I found out Louis had called Jay who told him what had happened. So he collected clothes from my room at his house for me and clothes from Jay with food provisions and materials to read.

He sat with us, talking in the dim-lighted Hospital room. 

He left at about 3 am, staying with Jay for the night.

The next morning, we all still sat around waiting for news.

At about 6 am, a doctor came out of Noah's room, face grave.

My mother just looked at him, breaking into tears as she fell into her seat.

My father sunk down, looking gray as did Alex who's eyes watered as he shut them. 

Victoria clutched his arm, rubbing his shoulder for comfort.

Then there was little old emotionless me.

 I stared at the ground. I had to be the responsible one.

I spoke with the doctor after several hours, my parents still crying.

My brother had gone with Victoria for air.

Noah had passed away during the night. 

The doctor said it peacefully, putting a cold hand on my shoulder.

Jay and Louis helped us get home, other relatives coming and going with meals and things.

We didn't really notice.

Jay and Louis were the strong ones in this. 

They helped plan the funeral with Alex and Victoria, my parents still in shock.

 I got calls from Ruby and Ari who were coming for the funeral. We got letters and gifts.

 I never left my holed up house.

I stayed in my empty old room, staring at the pale pink walls.

The whole time, Louis stayed in Doncaster, helping out as much as he could. 

He was always there, bringing me food or just checking I was ok.

 I would nod, eyes not leaving the wall.

 He would talk to me, sitting on the other end of the bed or lean against the door frame.

He would talk about good things or stories of the boys. 

Once he mentioned a trend on twitter, #RIPnoahreeves.

 I didn't take notice of it but I know Noah would've loved it. 

I didn't know how the fans knew but they had been kind. 

I got flowers and gifts from them too, I piled them in the living room, all of the unwanted objects, reminders of their reason.

Louis had taken a whole week off recording and work to be here, to support us.