It Happens (A Channing Tatum Little Sister Fanfic)

Chapter 9

Channing's P.O.V.

I'm pulling into the hospital right now to pick up Lindsay who's been with Miley and Liam for about 3 hours, since Miley got hit by a car. Chris tells me Liam and Lindsay are getting along-- Wow.

I walk into the lobby and go up to the woman at the counter.

"Hi. I'm looking for Miley Cyrus' room." I say. She smiles and types Miley's name into her computer. "She's on floor 7 and room 38A and the A rooms are on the west wing." She says. "Thank you Ms." I say as I check my phone for the time and walk to the elevator.

Once I finally get up to Miley's room I see Lindsay and Chris standing outside the room while Liam sits inside, with Miley, who is still incoherent. Chris and I talk privately about everything that's happened and then Lindsay and I head out to the car.
Lindsay is quiet and doesn't say anything for a while.
"Hey buddy." I say
"Hey." She says solemnly.
"You know none of this is your fault, right babe?" I ask.
She's quiet for a while and says
"But it is-"
"Stop-" I cut her off from saying anymore.
"It's not your fault. None of this is your f-"
"No no no. Let me talk." She says.
I let her continue.
"It is. It is my fault. Probably not totally my fault but this wouldn't have happened without me."
"STOP." I shout, which is sometimes the only way to get her attention.
"I'm not gonna sit here and let you bash yourself. It's absolutely NOT your fault. You haven't even been around! Speaking of... Where have you been?" I ask.
Lindsay's P.O.V.
I think for a second before answering.
"Walking Izzy." I lie. I hate lying to Channing- Really I do. But this is one time I have to. If Channing found out Liam stole my dog and gave it to Josh... and that I was really breaking into Josh's house and then got kidnapped from the porch... There would definitely be some conflict around the house. And Liam doesn't need that now. Right now no one does.
We pull into our driveway. I walk up to the door and Channing puts his arm around me.
"Love you." He says.
"Love you too." I reply.
Channing slips his hand into his pocket and grabs his keys. He unlocks the door and I walk upstairs into my bedroom. I grab my pajamas and quickly get dressed. I sit on my bed for a while and think over the events of today. I raise my head and stare at the mirror. I stare at my reflection; puffy green eyes from crying and my hair in a messy bun, that's really messy now.
I walk back downstairs and go into the living room and sit on the couch.
Channing's P.O.V.
I walk into the living room of our now empty house (with everyone gone) and see Lindsay curled up with Izzy on the couch. I sit down next to her in silence for a moment. "Wanna talk?" I ask.
"No I'm alright." She answers lowly.
"I won't pester." I kiss her head and then leave.
I hear the door open and see Liam walks thought the door somberly. I follow Liam into the kitchen and he sits down at the table and runs his fingers through his hair. "Liam-" I say. He looks up and his eyes are a more intense shade of blue than usual. "I was wondering..." I start to say, "Would you talk to Lindsay? She's really upset. All curled up with her dog in the living room." I say. He says nothing for a moment and then finally replies:
"Sure." he sighs and then rises out of the chair.
Lindsay's P.O.V.
I lay on the couch with Izzy. My eyes are puffy and swollen from crying again. I hear footsteps coming towards the living room. I hear a knock on the wall and Liam walks in.
"Hey." He says.
"Hi." I say as I sit up.
He sits next to me and sighs.
"This isn't your fault." He says.
"Yes it is." I say.
"How? How are you gonna control Miley twerking in the street?" He asks.
"Well, I can't control that." I say "I can control making trouble for everyone else. Taking attention away from other people. If I hadn't been the center of attention you could've stopped her." I reply.
"Look at me." He said grabbing my chin and turning it towards him.
"You didn't do anything. This isn't your problem. Stop it. This is not your fault. If you say it is one more time I'll beat you up." He smiles at me with a genuine look in his eyes that I haven't seen in a long time.
I forget what happened today for a second and then start to cry again upon remembering. He pulls me towards him and I rest my head on his chest.
"Shhh..." He repeats as he drapes his arm over my head pulling me tighter. After a while I dose off.