~When We Were On Fire~ James Bay FanFiction

Chapter 9

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Lydia's P.O.V.

When I awaken, I don't feel well. I'm sweating, my joints are causing me pain, and I have a strong feeling of nausea. Andy is lying next to me asleep. From what I can tell he's a heavy sleeper, so I won't have to worry about waking him. I gather enough strength to hop out of bed and make my way towards the kitchen. I make myself tea when I reach the kitchen. I usually don't drink hot tea, but it seemed to help me when I was younger. After I drink the tea, I grab some cereal out of the cupboard. I pour it into a bowl and head towards the couch. I turn the tv on and flip through the channels. I flip through the channels and eventually end up on the news. I eat my cereal in silence, wincing a few times as the dry cereal passes through my throat. I groan and through my head back onto the couch. I hated being sick, and now that I'm not at my parents' house, it's even worse.

I set the bowl on the coffee table and lay back down on the couch. I end up falling asleep, but not for long. As I wake myself to a coughing fit, Andy is coming out of the room confused. I was sweatier than before, and my body was fatigued worse than I woke up. I was content with being on the couch, but Andy scooped me up and brought me back to bed. He leaves me in the room under the covers, which I immediately throw off. Shortly after, I get cold and quickly retrieve the blankets. For the rest of the day, I'm in-and-out of sleep. Andy left me in the room, checking in on me occasionally.

I wince after my feet hit the floor. I'm glad I didn't join an academy seeing how I was in this much pain doing regular ballet. It's dark out in the living room, so I guess that Andy left. I throw on a jacket and some leggings and head outside. It probably wasn't the best idea to leave the house without shoes, but it seemed like today was the best day to make mistakes. I walk downstairs to Sam's apartment to see if Andy was there. Sam answers the door, surprised to see me.

"You see, I knew you'd be back," Sam says. He adds a little chuckle but stops when he sees my expression.

I cough a little before answering. "Is Andy here? He's not at the apartment, so I thought he might be here."

"Apartment?" Sam trails off a little, "Yeah, no. He might be working, or something." I nod and begin to turn away, but another coughing fit comes. Sam stares at me bewildered as I continue coughing. I go wide-eyed when I realise James' performance is tonight, and I'm still at the apartment. I thank Sam before run off, rushing back to the apartment. My feet burn with pain, but I ignore it. I was supposed to be at this performance, and some illness isn't getting in my way.

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Andy's P.O.V.

"When I checked on Lydia, she was asleep, so I didn't bother waking her. Somehow she ended up sick, and bed-ridden apparently. She slept most of the day away, so I wasn't expecting her to wake soon. I grab my keys and hop in my car. I should've left a note for her, but I wasn't thinking. I didn't think she'd wake up before we got home. Why? I don't know. The school wasn't that far away from the flat. It was going to be dark out, and I was sure you wouldn't want to walk back, so I decided to drive."

"You can't blame yourself. It's unnecessary, and you can't change what happened." It didn't seem he was trying to convince me. It seemed more like he was talking to himself. He had no reason to because he had no part in this.

I look at him, my eyes tearing up, "I took my seat in the theatre, and waited for the show to begin. Afterwards, I found you, and we talked, which I'm sure you know already. Then, you were approached by that agency, and I remember leaving because Sam called me. He told me what happened between Lydia and him. She ran back to the room, but he never saw her after that. Or so he says." I shift uncomfortably in my seat. James is staring at me, emotionless. Like he's put a wall between him and the rest of the world.

All the happiness we experienced before is long gone. Sam is across from us, but he doesn't have the same emotion. Seeing him here makes me angry, but if it weren't for him, who knows what could've happened. Part of me feels angry because I wasn't there to help, and part because I wish I could go back and redo my actions.

"You said that you were going to be late with the people from the agency, so I could just leave. I decided to let you handle your business and left. When I drove back," my voice cracks again as I fight the tears back, and talking about it out loud made me feel worse. "I drove by the ambulances before I got a call from you explaining everything that happened. I didn't think anything of the ambulances because it was normal to see them. I continued talking to you all the way back to the apartment. I was back at flat, and it was exactly the way I left it. I hung up the phone because you said you'd be here in a few. I set my mobile down on the coffee table and headed to the shower. I didn't even think about checking the room." James is still emotionless, but I can tell he's tearing up. We were both in shock, so processing what happened seemed to make us come back to reality. It was taking James longer, though.

"Are you guys okay?" A soft voice appears out of nowhere. Followed by someone else panting behind her. I look up to find Lucy and Maeve. James still stares blankly ahead and doesn't respond. Lucy sits down next to him, and Maeve follows after. They have been friends since we went on that date years ago. I rest my head on the wall behind me and sigh. Neither of them even care for any of our feelings, so why are they here? Scratch that, Maeve doesn't need to be here at all. None of us like her, especially after how rude she was. I stand up and rush outside not being able to take being around her. Sam watches my leave the building, but he doesn't follow after me.

James rushes after me, and we both lean against the cement columns. "I didn't rush my shower because I thought she was asleep. So, I took my time getting dressed. I went to the room to find her not in there. I was confused, and I was going to call Sam, but it was late." I scoff, "Yeah, I thought nine was late, but look at where we are now. Quarter past twelve, and I still haven't had any sleep. Anyway, I check my phone and find that you've called multiple times. I still didn't think any of it. Until you showed up at the door breathless, I wasn't even worried that something bad happened to Lydia."

"And that's why you blame yourself?" He asks. I look at him and nod. He has tears running down his face this time.

I look at the ground as I kick some gravel around. "Yeah, I'm sure she blames me, too."

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