Hero // Ethan and Grayson Dolan

chapter 1 ~ the accident

"Dad, can you please stop the car, I'm not interested in fighting with you right now."

"Brooklyn, if I have stop this car I swear to god that I will never see you again. I'm sick and tired of your bullshit, problems can't be solved if you keep quiet about them." He made the car go faster.

"Dad! STOP THE FUCKING CAR. NEITHER YOU OR MUM GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ME SO WHO FUCKING CARES, I'D RATHER DIE THEN HAVE TO LIVE WITH YOU TWO.

DAD CAN'T YOU SEE THE SIGN GO BAC-"

and the car shattered into pieces. Dad and I lay in between broken glass and whatever was left the car, unconscious.

.....

I slowly open my eyes, revealing my surroundings. I'm in the hospital. My head is pounding and my body aches all over, like someone had amputated all of my limbs and then tried to stitch them back on again.

"Sir, can you tell me exactly what happened?"

I can hear people talking faintly from the room next to me and I can't help but eavesdrop.

"Of course. I'm not completely sure what happened, but I think they took the wrong turn and that's how they collided with that massive truck. I was just walking past and I managed to pull her out from under the broken car."

"And who was driving?"

"I believe it was her dad."

"Where is he?" 

"I couldn't find him, so I called for help. We ended up finding him at the very bottom, and we noticed he was bleeding profusely. By the time he got here, it was too late."

I go pale. He's talking about my dad. My dad is dead. My dad is fucking dead, and the last thing I said to him is 'I'D RATHER DIE THAN HAVE TO LIVE WITH YOU' 

The man who raised me, the man who did everything for me. This is how I say goodbye. 

"I'm the most selfish person in the whole world, I deserved to die. Why would you do this to him? Why why why?" I break into a tremendous sob, burying my head in my hands. 

"No you don't! Why would you say that?" I hear a soft voice next to me, that makes me jump. I look up, and WOW. He is the cutest boy I have EVER seen, literally. He's got messy black hair with a purple streak that hangs down onto his forehead. And those beautiful brown eyes .... God, this boy is amazing, look at his arms? How is it possible to be this good looking?

"Hello? I asked you if you were okay!" He says, laughing. I snap out of my daydream and back into reality, realising I look like a gross mess with tears and snot all over my face. 

"Oh! I'm okay thanks!" I say, while my entire face goes red. Instead of laughing at me, he gets up and hands me a tissue. "Thanks," I say with a soft smile.

 "I'm really, really sorry about your dad. I tried to save him, but I couldn't. I was too late." He looks down and picks at a loose thread on his navy blue jumper. 

"Oh my gosh, I've been so selfish! I was so upset about my dad I completely forgot about the fact that I'm still alive because of you!" He looks up and gives me the biggest smile, his cheeks flushing red. 

"Don't worry about it. You would've done the same thing if you were in my situation," 

"Yeah, thats true. But you're like ... my hero!" My eyes just open wide and stare blankly at him. What the fuck did I just say? 

"You're my hero?! Oh my god. I did not just say that, I'm sorry, thats so cringe. I'm not like this all the time, I promise!" I assure him. My face is probably the same colour as a tomato.

"Don't worry, I'm proud to be your hero," 

We both stare at each other and burst out laughing.

"See! I'm just as cringey! And to be honest, I am like this all the time!" We both keep laughing, his smile is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life.

After we've calmed down, he reaches into his bag. "I got these for you." He says, handing me a bouquet of orange and white chrysanthemums. 

"Oh, thanks! You shouldn't have!" I smell them, and get a whiff of the flowers earthy scent. "Orange is my favourite colour," I smile.

As we chat about random stuff like Donald Trump becoming president, a familiar voice yells "BROOKLYN!" and the door to my hospital room swings open. Jordyn, my best friend, comes rushing in. She is totally oblivious to the fact that there is someone sitting in a chair next to my bed and we were in the middle of a conversation. She starts asking me a million questions.

"Are you okay?! I heard about your dad, I'm so sorry Brooklyn-"

I cross my arms. "I'm fine. My head hurts and my body aches but I'll survive." She sighs gives me a hug. When she pulls out, she finally notices the other person in the room. 

"Who's this?" She asks, ruffling her auburn curls.

"Oh, this is .. um," I realise I haven't asked for his name yet.

"Ethan," He adds, and I nod.

"He kind of saved my life. He was the one who pulled me out from the car." 

I look over at Ethan and he smiles at me. "Well, I was just coming to give those to you before I headed off." He stands up and pushes the chair back towards the wall. 

"Thank you so much, I owe you big time!" I say, as he walks over to my bed and gives me a kiss on the cheek. My face flushes red.

"It's not a problem, honestly. Get better soon Brooklyn," He smiles. Ethan closes the door and disappears.

When he's gone, I look over at Jordyn who's smirking at me. 

"You love him." She says. I laugh and throw a pillow at her. 

"No I don't Jordyn! Shut up!" She picks up the flowers and waves them in my face. 

"Look what your boyfriend gave you!" She sings and laughs at the same time. A small piece of paper falls out from all of the flowers and lands on my bed. I pick it up, confused.

Call me :)

- Ethan

and he had written his number. I can't help but giggle.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter guys!!! 

Second is coming soon :) xoxox