What A Catch.

Chapter 91

Pov Beth

I grab Caseys hand. She is real. I can name everyone, my head hurts, Im not in a coma, I think.

"Beth?" I realise Casey is talking to me.

"I-I-I" I stutter.

"Beth, whats wrong?" She continues.

"I-I." I stop myself talking, taking a breath. "I watched that when I was in my coma and i-it brings back memories of being close to... D-d-death."

Theres a sympathetic silence as I look like a rabbit in the headlights.

"Everyone was there and it was nice, for a while anyway. I was being told to wake up so much that I couldnt really enjoy it."

"I dont think to point of a coma is to enjoy it Beth?" Andy says.

"I mean... It was pleasant and... Weird and... My mum was there and I got to say goodbye."

"At least you got an oppertunity to say goodbye." Casey says.

"Im sorry but this is kind of depressing. The disney movie?" Andy says.

"Okay." We all agree.

I fall asleep during the movie, what do you expect?

When I wake, a few hours later, everyone is back and new people are on the sofa, surrounding me, watching TV. I blink my eyes open and familiarise myself with my surroundings.

"Youre up! There pizza darlin." Pete says from next to me.

I smile and lean on his shoulder for a moment before eating a slice of pizza.

"I have missed pizza!" Pete says, helping himself to another slice.

"AMEN!" Gerard shouts, mouth full.

I watch everyone talk and interact, we are all together again. I love these guys so much. Everyone is laughing and I feel happy and warm, being reunited and eating pizza with my best friends.

"Cheers to the last week of tour!" Patrick says, holding up his drink.

"Last week?" I yell.

"Yeah... You were out for a while." Joe says.

"Cheers." I say, quieter this time.

Everyones glasses clink.

Pov Casey

Everyone else is asleep. I walk into the kitchen, unable to sleep. My cast was taken off yesterday and my body isnt infected anymore. You could say that Ive healed, mostly.

I sit down at the counter and take an apple. I bite through its crusty outer layer and eat it, quietly fixated on the pattern on the tiles. Its probably really late.

"Hey?" A caring voice asks, pulling a seat up next to me.

I automatically smile, Patrick.

"Its late." He says quietly.

"I know." I reply, trying not to smile.

"Why are you up?"

"Im tired."

He laughs.

"Insomnia I guess. Time to keep myself updated."

"With what Case?"

"The charts, all my different scars, where One Direction are touring, how I am healing, the weather."

"Case. Dont be sarcastic with me!" He laughs.