Fugh Oneshots

Help!

Hugh's POV
It was a Friday night and I was currently located at some random posh girls house, along with some of my fellow classmates and friends. Looking around I noticed a girl who I had seen before, her name was Fiona Frauenfeld and she was peculiarly pretty, she wasn't blond, curvy or pale like the normal 'Pretty Girl.' Her auburn hair was long and wild, but in a way that was for the average person it was extremely hard to pull off, something Fiona could definitely do. Dark skin blessed with a million freckles and a height that reached too 5'8. I had talked to her a couple of times to know she wasn't that much of a talker unless extremely drunk, I guessed I could call her a friend though. The posh girl who owned the house suddenly opened up the house, music blasting loudly in the background, her French accent informing us all that we could enter, but my eyes were transfixed on the Irish red head. Suddenly I was lost in a crowd of teenagers, all of them rushing in to go get the alcohol, I wanted to follow them, not wanting to seem like I was stalking the young girl, but obviously my feet took me to the kitchen where... surprisingly the red head was. What a surprise! What are you doing?" I asked the girl who appeared to be reorganising the kitchen, she gasped at the sound of my voice before turning around to face me. "Reorganising the food." The way she spoke made it sound like it was completely normal thing to do in someone else's house. "It helps me cope with being around food, so I don't throw up. Why..?" I was so surprised at why would she not like being around food. Then it hit me... "you have an eating disorder don't you!" OMG WHY AM I SO STUPID AND IDIOTIC!!!! "Sorry, that was really rude wasn't it, let me make it up to you, I know there is a trampoline outside want to come?" Fiona looked down at the food then at my outstretched hand, hesitatingly taking it in her own, allowing me to lead her. Her hand was freezing and there was a blank look on her face, though it light up when she saw the trampoline. We climbed on eagerly, excited to jump up and down our hands still entwined. After a while we got tired and decided to lie down watching the night sky when Fiona turned to face me a massive smile on her face eyes closed "I'm soooo happyyyy," as she drew out the words I realised something was wrong, she never behaved like this, so airy. She turned her head and breathed out like everything was perfect "I took a shitload of pills today." I was super scared 'what did she mean?' "What pills Fi, what pills!" Something was definitely wrong, "oh you know pills.." she suddenly stopped and when I nudged her she didn't respond. "HELP!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed scared as hell, Millard ran outside towards us "what's wrong?" He panted, his hands on his knees "FIONA IS'NT MOVING AND SHE SAID SHE TOOK A LOAD OF PILLS. I NEED HELP!!" He stared at me a scared look in his eye before pulling out his phone and calling the hospital.

A few hours later I was finally allowed to see her, she had an awful lot of tubes stuck in her and a nurse standing over her a worried expression on her face. "What's wrong?" I asked scared of the answer, "she's had her stomachs pumped and has to have feeding tubes, now tell me are you her friend, boyfriend, brother?" "I need answers?" The nurse asked, I gulped 'feeding tubes, stomach pumped oh god it was too much for me' "I'm her friend..." I had to know the answer. "Is she going to live?" I gasped out it suddenly getting harder to breath "I mean she has to right." My fingers were crossed behind my back and I was praying the answer was yes.

"She will live, but she's going to have to stay here for a while."

"Thank god for that, no matter what happens I want to stay here, next to her... if I'm allowed."

"Of course Mr Apiston."