The Wrong Band (Harry Styles / Ariana Grande)

Chapter 9 (Donation)

Perrie's POV:

I knocked on the door once more.

"Ariana? Are you okay?"

No answer.

"Lacey! Come here!" I exclaimed, worry lacing my voice. She ran towards me. "There's something wrong. She's not coming out. I've called her name but she won't respond."

"Oh no." she muttered. "Do you have any razors in that bathroom?"

My eyes widened. Ariana cuts? "Y-y-yes." I stuttered.

"She always did this whenever she was under stress or sad. She finally quit after a while when her acting career took off." she explained.

Tears pricked my eyes as panic took over me.

"Go get Harry! Fast, I'll try to open the door." I demanded. "Don't worry she'll be safe." I felt like I was saying that more to myself than to Lacey. She took off sprinting towards the door where we'd last seen Harry.

I took a pin out of my hair. I really hope this works. I put one end into the hole of the lock and pushed it around. Suddenly I heard a 'click'. I quickly opened the door.

I was greeted with the sight of a collapsed Ariana on the ground and suddenly I heard a shout.

Lacey's POV:

I was almost in tears as I ran to get Harry from outside. I noticed the floor was wet and the door was still open. Why would Harry leave the door open while it was pouring outside? I stepped outside and saw Harry by the car, he was sitting on floor and his back was on the wheel. I ran to him.

"Harry?" I said as I tapped him. He didn't budge. This wasn't exactly the time for a nap! "Harry!" I tapped him again.

Then I saw it. The empty medicine bottle.

I ran back in. I never knew Harry would do something like this. I yelled for Perrie as I ran back towards he bathroom.

"Lacey?" she said as I reached her. Her voice trembled.

"What?" I questioned. Even though I'd questioned her I knew the sight I was about to behold because I'd seen it before.

"Ariana..." she whispered as she led me to the couch.

I was met by the sight of a bloodied Ariana lying on the couch.

"We need to get her to the hospital!" I said.

"Where's Harry?" Perrie questioned.

"Go and see." I whispered. I didn't want to tell her. She gave me a look of concern and then ran off to Harry.

Perrie's POV:

What did she mean? Where's Harry? What happened?

I walked outside towards the car and saw him. On the ground. His eyes closed...

With an empty pill bottle next to him.

No. No. No. No. I thought he'd never do this again.

I sat next to him and hugged him. I wasn't hugging him because I liked it. No. Harry's like a brother to me. How can I bear to see my brother like this? How can Lacey see her sister like this?

"Perrie?" I heard a whisper. I looked up. It was Lacey.

"We need to get them to the hospital!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face.

Lacey and I picked Harry up and set him in the car. We then went inside and got Ariana. We had to be really careful not to touch her arm. The rest of the car ride resulted in silence as Lacey occasionally looked back towards Ariana and I focused on the road.

*A/N:*******************ily******************************so much*************hehe*****

We'd arrived at the hospital and got some nurses to help us get Harry and Ariana out of the car.

We were bombarded with questions.

What happened?

Did you two do this to them?

Harry Styles?

Ariana Grande cuts?

Perrie Edwards is cheating on Zayn with Harry?

The paparazzi's lights flashed in our eyes as we entered the hospital.

"Can you make sure none of those people get in here?" I said, furiously. They pissed me the fuck off. Even in the most serious cases they can't leave us the fuck alone?

"Yes m'am." a nurse replied.

A doctor came up to us.

"Are you guys here for Miss Grande and Mr. Styles?" he asked.

I gave him a nod as Lacey came up behind me and listened to the doctor.

"Well, the boy took many pills that were not meant for him and it was a huge overdose. This will obviously result in him losing consciousness. Even though he was barely breathing, he will recover from this. As for Miss Grande, she has lot a fatal amount of blood and most likely will not gain consciousness for a few days. We need a donor for blood if she is going to recover." he explained.

I let out a shaky breath as Lacey silently cried.

"W-w-what's her blood type?" I asked.

"It's A."

"Okay. Can I donate blood to her?" I asked.

"What's your blood type?" he questioned.

"It's O."

"Yes! Would you be willing to donate your blood?" he asked, smiling gently.

"Y-yes." I said.

I left Lacey in the waiting room as I entered the roomt hat the doctor had led me to.

"Here we are. The nurse will be here in a few minutes." he explained, seating me on a chair.

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The nurse came in about 15 minutes later.

A few minutes my ass.  

"Okay sweetie just lean back on the chair and pull up your sleeve for me." she said.

I did what she said and she put a disinfectant thing n my arm and before she put the needle there she asked.

"Are you ready?"

I answered. "Yes."

The truth was I wasn't.

AN:

HELLO I'M SO SORRY ABOUT THE LATE UPDATE I PROMISE ILL TRY TO UPDATE EARLIER!

ILY <3