Part 18

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Josh's P.O.V.-

"We can afford it right? We can help her?" I ask Matt, worry layered in my voice as I stand with him.

"I don't know Josh." He sighs. "We can't do it on our own."

"We won't. The fans, my family, her family, her friends-"

"Josh. Don't get your hopes up." He sighs.

"I dont care."

Its late, around 11pm, and right now me and Matt are sitting in the living room, the form for Amy's treatment resting on the table in front of us as the other boys are in the kitchen gossiping, and Amy and Nadine are asleep.

"We need to do something. She's one of our best friends, she's like our sister. We can't let her go. She needs this."

"Josh-"

"Matt." I interrupt him. "Please?" My voice is shaky and tears are filling up, my emotions are all clumped together and I'm not even afraid to show it.

"Fine." He sighs.

The tears pour, I dont know why but I'm happy, and I quickly grab the pen faster than anything and before I know it its done.

"How are we gonna get the money?" Thompson asks, coming out the kitchen.

"I've got it. We'll do everything. Fundraisers, more singles, more paid meet and greets, merchandise...everything." I suggest, the idea popping into my head.

"It'll be hard." Jay says.

"I never said it wouldn't be."

"What if the fans dont help? Because they're jealous because Amy's dating you?" Jay asks, following behind Thompson with Connor.

"Dont worry, they will. We just need to beg and convince them its for a good cause! Here, get paper. We need to write these all down." I say. Thompson reaches for the paper and I grab it, adding bullet points down the side.

"That's quite a lot." Matt says.

"Exactly." I reply.

So far we've got:

•More singles

•More merchandise

•Paid Skype calls for an hour

•Another social

•More gigs

•Signings

•Meet ups

We need more. So much more.

"I don't know." Thompson sighs, running his hand through his hair. "We can't lose her. Not again."

"Yeah. I'm gonna go check on her, back in a-"

"JOSH!!" We hear Nadine shout as she rushes down stairs quickly, worry in her face.

"WHAT?"

"AMY'S NOT HERE!" She shouts.

"WHAT?" I shout back. I rush upstairs and run straight into the bathroom.

Please, not again.

Thankfully she's not in the bathroom an- Wait what? Thankfully? She could be anywhere! Even outside.

Outside. Outside.

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