There's Fireworks in My Heart

Ouch

*Ellie's POV*

I get up off of the floor and go back into my dressing room where everyone is hanging out. I wipe the tears off of my face and quietly start taking my costume off. I find a pair of my high waisted shorts and put them on. I open my backpack and take out Stevie's T-shirt that I borrowed from her. I put it on and tuck it into my shorts. I walk back over to where everyone is.

"I need my face redone!" I say loudly and that's when everyone notices I'm in the room.

"Ellie? Are you alright?" Lauren asks worried. My face can't look that bad? I walk over and look into the mirror. Oh... I have black makeup streaks running down from my eyes.

"I'm not." I whisper just loud enough for Lauren to hear.

"Come." Lauren pulls me out the door to somewhere private so we can talk. "Now tell me what's wrong."

"I just don't feel good..." I say and look away from her.

"And?"

"I'm tired..."

"And how's Stevie?" She asks and the tears come again.

"Not good."

"What? what's wrong?" She asks worried.

"Well, she called me earlier and everything was fine then I asked her what was wrong then she started to get kinda mad... because I'm not there with her."

"She's fine. She just misses you loads. Send her a cute message, something to make her smile." She suggests and walks me back to the dressing room.

"Ellie! your on in fifteen minutes!" people started to yell. I ignore them and find my phone. I think for just a second on what to send Stevie, then something simple comes to mind.

Ellie: I miss your bum...

I stare at my phone waiting for a reply while my makeup is being fixed. finally...

Stevie: I miss your eyebrows.

Ellie: I miss your boobs.

Stevie: I miss your nose.

Ellie: I miss your purple hair.

Stevie: I miss your lips against mine.

Ellie: I miss my hands on your bum.

I giggle at all these texts and blush. I wonder if I've made her feel better?

Stevie: You sure do know how to flip my mood.

Ellie: Good or bad?

Stevie: Both. Right now it's good.

Ellie: Good :)

Stevie: Guess where I am right now.

Ellie: Where?

Stevie: Guess.

Ellie: my concert.

Stevie: I wish! And it's far worse than that.

Ellie: Tell me.

Stevie: Hospital waiting room. I'm pretty sure I need stitches.

Ellie: Wait!? What happened??

How am I going to play a show in about ten minutes? She worries me.

Stevie: Long story short, I fell down the stairs. I'll explain later, Skype me after the show?

Ellie: Oh god Stevie! And yes I will. Talk to you later. love you..

I put my phone in my dressing room and get ready to go on stage.

*Stevie's POV*

When I got back to the hotel I decided I wanted to get some exercise. I changed my clothes and headed to the gym inside the hotel on the first floor. I'm on the sixth floor and I decided it would be a good idea to take the stairs. I started slowly then I started to run. I was going quite fast, I missed a couple steps and tripped. I tried to catch myself. When I got up blood was dripping from my head. I sat on a step and searched my face for a cut with my hands. I felt it right above my left eyebrow. "Ouch!" I yelled.