Elizabeth || The Vamps/Brad Simpson au

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B R A D

 My heart is racing as soon as I got to the hospital, with it's heaviness I swear I'll fall down any second. My eyes are still red and puffy from all the crying I did on the way here, I can't believe Mom's dead.  It feels like my whole world stopped on it's tracks and there's nothing else I can do, the person that I promised I'll serve for as long as I live is now gone. I'm all alone now.

 "Where is she?" I asked the nurse who felt really sorry for me.

 "Sir, follow me" she replied and so I did. I tried to call Elizabeth a dozen times but she's not answering. Maybe she has other things to worry about, things that doesn't include me.

 I was lead to a room where I saw her body covered in blue cloth, Connor is siting on the side ... devastated as well. He gave me one look and then stood up.

 We both couldn't take that moment, tears started coming out again. I proceeded to give him a hug for the very first time. "She's gone ..... she's dead" that's all the words he said over and over again while having a breakdown. As much as I wanna fall down to my knees and ask all the Gods why they're doing this to us I was left with no choice, I have to be strong.

 "It's not your fault" I replied and helped him to sit down again. I wiped my tears away and talked to the nurses and how to contact a funeral home so she can already out of this place.

 I wanna break down, this pain is too much to handle.

 What hurts the most is that we already spent a year hoping that she's gonna make it, I should have known better.

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E L I Z A B E T H

"Are you having second thoughts?"

 "No"

 "Then cheer up! Lizzie, tomorrow morning you'll be walking in the streets of London living up a new start" Hannah said positively. But to be honest, I don't feel good at all. I know I'm doing this to get away from Dad but still, leaving Brad will take much toll on me.

 "You're right" I replied and then just smiled. We are now waiting for another friend before going to the boarding area.

 I also decided to turn off my phone so I won't receive any calls for a while. Even if it's from Brad. I left him a letter to which I said goodbye. I can't say that word to him in person, for I might not be able to leave at all.

 I just hope he's fine, I really hope he's gonna be fine.

 "Lizzie, why don't you call Abby and ask where the hell she is?" Hannah asked.

 "Why don't you do it?" I asked her back.

 "I would but my phone is already at the side of my luggage and it's hard to reach. Use yours, I know it's in your handbag"

 I just sighed and reached for it. As soon as I turned on my phone, at least 3 messages arrived and they're all from Brad.

 "Lizzie, where are you?"

 "Liz?"

 "My mom's dead"

 My heart skipped a beat right on his very last text, oh my God what have I done?. The text was sent a couple of hours ago, I don't know it happened.

 "Is everything alright?" Hannah asked and I just looked at her.

 "You can't come with us can you?" she asked afterwards and I just nodded.

 "Is it Brad?"

 "Yes" I replied.

 "It's okay. Call me after" she said and then smiled at me. I stood up right away and carried all my bags towards the nearest cab. My friends will understand that Brad needs me right now. And besides, I know London can wait.

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B R A D

 After I paid the rest of the bills at the hospital, I took Connor home so we both can change clothes and clean the living room for our mother's funeral. I took my hatred for him to the side as I let him inside. He's broken and I don't wanna add more to his suffering.

 I noticed a letter chucked in right under the mat of the door. I picked it up and it's from Liz.

 "Hey Brad,

      I am sorry I wasn't able to say goodbye, to be honest I can't. I'll be living in London from now on to get away from my Dad. It's nothing personal.

      I'm gonna miss you so much, always take care and I love you.

                                                                                                                                   -Lizzie"

 My heart dropped, I don't know what to think. My own action then surprised me, for I found myself tearing the paper apart. I found myself hating her. How dare her leave me like this. I hate her.