Fear // Ashton Irwin

Chapter 2

*Authors note*
This story is going to have a lot of "flashbacks" kinda, so when there's one I'll simply make a "~" to cause no confusion thank you.

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I finally fell out of my bed when I had just ended the call with Fae's father. I stumbled around trying to find something to put on my feet.

Shoes.

I found my old Vans in the hallway, quickly knocking on Michael and Luke's door before struggling with tying the shoes. God dammit, I need to get to that hospital!

Michael fell through the door frame of his door, when I turned around.

"What the hell, Ashton? I don't think it's time for nightclubbing..." He groaned at me.

"Fae... She is... Michael, she is in the hospital." And first when the words left my mouth, the situation began to sink in.

"Holy shit, Ashton. What the fuck is wrong? Okay, what the hell.." He cursed, slightly waking up.

"Hey, don't swear." I just said.

"Oh right, sorry." He said even though I knew he had another answer prepared.

I pulled the roots of my hair. I just needed to breath for a second. Michael got in his shoes with such an ease, and just stood there waiting for me to pull myself together again.

"Where's Calum and Luke?" Michael asked. I opened the door to Luke's room, and saw him sprawled out on the bed, not reacting at any noise we made.

"We can call them when we get there." Michael said and opened the door to our apartment. We ran down the stairs causing alot of noise to clear disturbiance for our fellow neighbors. But at the moment - we couldn't care less.

Michael jumped into the driver seat, and I couldn't help but appreciate it. I'd rather not be driving at the moment. I didn't know if I would suddenly freak out. I just kept breathing, reminding myself it was nothing serious. Maybe she had just eaten something she shouldn't have eaten? But then again, her mother sounded deadly worried over the phone, and that was the thing that haunted me.

But Fae would be okay. I couldn't bear if anything would happen to her...

Or maybe...something had already happened? Maybe someone had attacked her or hurt her in some sort of way. The thought made me clench my fists in anger.

"You know whay happened?" Michael asked as he had read my mind. I shook my head. Her parents didn't tell me.

We soon pulled up to the hospital and I jumped out of the car before the machine even went out. Michael was right behind me when we walked up to the desk of the hospital.

I told the woman behind the desk that I'd come to see Fae Jensen. She nodded and pointed at a room down the hall.

"But, young man. I'll have to ask you to stay outside." she said politely. I didn't want to stay outside. I wanted to know what was wrong. I knew she needed my help. Or atleast I was ready to offer it.

Michael sat down on a chair nearby. I couldn't get myself to sit down so I just paced around, and waited for something to happen. I decided to just wait for her parents. They were surely here somewhere.

When I finally collected myself and sat down beside Michael, my thoughts turned on again. The weirdest thing was that Fae hadn't been suffering from anything other than a harmless cold, these past 3 years I had known her. And now she ended up in the hospital? She hadn't even told me about any pain she had, and I know she would. She told me everything. And we had been talking on the phone the same evening.

I looked over to Michael only to see him snorring steady with his head placed on the wall. I decided not to disturb him again.

I looked down and up at him. He was only wearing his boxers and a band shirt. Some girls walked by, and I could tell by their looks that they had noticed too. I let him sleep anyways though.

And then I just waited. An awful long time just trying to focus on staying calm.

I saw the people walking by. Someone turned their faces to look at me, or half naked Michael. But a lot of people just walked off like they never took a notice of anything. They were all focused on one thing, and this one thing was a particular thing you often see places like this.

Fear.

The fear of being alone. The fear of losing someone. The fear of seeing something you would regret.

The fear of laying in one of the beds in here.