Diza Oneshots

I Need You- Part 2

Liza's P.O.V.

I'm editing my video, trying to get it out before Friday when I get a call. It's from David, which it weird, he never calls me, I'm the one to always call. I pick it up, wondering what it's about. I start to speak before I notice that he's crying, I love this kid, but he needs to learn how to control his emotions. He cried on my shoulder last night because he got a mean comment. Everyone knows you don't read the comments on your videos!

"Hey, bub- have you been crying baby?" I asked, voicing my concerns. 

He looks up to meet my eyes, only allowing one word to be let out, "DACA." 

I react immediately, I start walking around my house, gathering my things. "Babe, where are you? I'm coming right over." 

"Babe, don't. I'm at Jack's place, I'm heading to my house right now, meet me there please." I don't want him driving, but then I remember he has a Tesla and it drives itself. I tell him to put it on Autopilot before hanging up. I say a quick prayer, hoping David's safe, before heading over to his house. 

It's a quick drive, as I made sure we had houses on the same side of LA, just being the overprotective girlfriend I am. I pull in and I notice that his Tesla is here already. Thank god. I was so worried on the drive over. I thought I was going to have to raise our child on my own, I might still have to if this DACA thing isn't sorted out.

I open the door, expecting him to be waiting for me there, but he's not, so I take my shoes off and start walking towards his bedroom, thinking he's in there, crying his soul out. But he wasn't, he must've been in the bathroom, trying to not look puffy-eyed. It didn't work. I give him a sympathetic look as he walks towards me, I regret it as soon as I put the look on, but I don't change it. I don't know what to do, I just try to reassure him by saying, "Babe. It's okay." 

"No, it's not. I'm going to have to leave the country. I'm going to have to leave Ester, Sara, and Toby. My mom and my dad. And... And you. I can't do that Liza. I just can't." He pours everything out, and I just stand there, listening to him. 

"Babe. It's going to be ok. We're going to get through this. I know it's hard, but we both have great managers and lawyers. If it comes down to it, I'll marry you in a heartbeat. Since the day I met you, I knew you were the one. I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you. David, I love you so much. I can't imagine my life without you in it, Bubba. Please, we'll get through this together, and I can't do this without you." I tell him, dropping a subtle hint, hoping that he caught it. He did.

"Babe? What do you mean? 'I can't do this without you.'" I'm nervous to tell him, but I know I have to. It'll haunt me knowing that I didn't tell him.

"Bubba, you're going to be a father." It takes him a moment to register what's going on before he collapses. He blacked out. That's a reaction, wow. He hit the ground hard, and it doesn't help that the floor is wood. His head bounced a couple of times, only worsening the situation. I feel like he has a concussion. I don't know what to do, so I call the only responsible person I know, Jason.

"Hey, Liza, what's up?" Jason says, sounding cheery.

"David fainted, he hit his head hard, I don't know what to do!" I tell him, barely stopping in between my words.

"Oh my god! Ok! Where are you? Have you called an ambulance or anything? Tell me everything." I can't tell him about my pregnancy, David would want to tell them all together, so I make up a lie.

"We were filming a video, and David started acting weird, he went to go splash some water on his face, and when he was walking back, he fainted," I tell him, I think it was a pretty good lie. 

"Ok, I'll be over there in five minutes. Hold tight, try to wake him up. Slap him, kiss him, pour water on him. Wait. No, don't do that last one."

"Ok, hurry please, Jason, I'm really worried!" He hangs up after telling me he's already on his way. I slap him, not too hard, but hard enough to wake him up. It's not working, so I do the only other thing I can think of. I start to place tiny kisses all over his face like I do when he won't get up in the morning. That doesn't work, I start to get really worried, but then I hear Jason open the door.

"Oh, thank god, Jason!" I run over to hug him. He tenses up before speaking.

"Liza, I need to help your boyfriend, can you please let me go?" I release without saying anything, and he rushes over to David, trying everything to get him to wake up. After a couple of minutes, he tells me to call 911. 

911 call

"911, what's your emergency?" The operator asks.

"My boyfriend fainted, and he's not waking up," I say, trying to stay calm.

"Ok, can I get your address so we can send paramedics over to you."

"1344 Apple ford Road, right off of Hollywood and Highland." (Not his real address) 

"Ok, thank you, ma'am, we have paramedics heading your address, please stay on the line with me until they get there." She asks me a bunch of questions about David, and how he hit his head, and if he has had any injuries in the past year. 

After what feels like an eternity, I see the paramedics walk through the door, I tell the operator that they're here and we hang up. I start to fill the paramedics in on what's going on while the load him onto the stretcher. 

They load him into the ambulance, the paramedic giving me a hand into the ambulance. They hook him up to the monitor, and I hear the infamous sound. The sound of flat lining.

David Julian Dobrik 
7/23/1996 - 9/13/2017
Time of death: 1:30:23

The paramedics did their best to revive him, but the shock to his brain was to big, if they brought him back he would've been brain dead, unable to function on his own, I know he's in a better place, and that I'll see him again, one day.

I lost my soulmate that day, I still feel like it's my fault, I should've brought him over to the couch, I should've never done a lot of things. But there's one thing that I can't redo, I can't bring my boy back.

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A/N Thank you so much for 300 reads! It makes my day! I decided to end one of my stories with a sad ending for once, just for a change of pace.

Edited on 04/25/2018. 1211 Words.