I'm Torn Between Three (One Direction Love Story)

Chapter 6. Horrible Day...

Zayn's POV:

We all ran to her and slid on our knees. "DEV!" Niall yelled. I scooped her up bridal style and took her to the couch. "What did Liam do last time to wake her up?" I asked. "Water!" Harry jumped up and went to the mini fridge. He got the bottle of water and threw it at me. I quickly opened it and threw it on her face. She shot straight up. "What happened?" She asked looking around as she wiped her face." You fainted after a phone call you had." I said. She went back in her own world and she started to look glassy-eyed. "I have to go." She mumbled. She got up and ran out the door to the lift. We ran after her but we were to late. The lift doors closed on our faces so we took another elevator that was about to close. The lift ride felt like it took ages. We finally got down to the lobby but no one was there. Where could she have gone?

Dev's POV:

I really can't talk to anyone right now. I'm glad the boys woke me up but right now the only thing on my mind was Alice, Violet, and Valerie. I ran out the room and towards the lift. The boys couldn't catch me in time. I didn't want to explain right now. I checked my phone and it was 2:00 in the morning and I had an interview at 5:00. Fuck My Life. Once the elevator got to the lobby, I ran back upstairs to my room. I quickly grabbed a duffle bag I had and shoved some clothes that I've been saving for the interview. I also got my makeup and some other things and ran back downstairs. The boys probably got lost trying to follow me. I crept across the lobby and went out to my car. I quickly slipped into the driver seat and threw my duffle bag next to me. I sped my way towards the hospital. Surprisingly enough, no cops caught me and there was no traffic or cars to be exact so I got there in ten minutes. I ran in and stopped in front of the receptionist. "What room are Valerie, Violet, and Alice in?" I asked out of breath. The receptionist didn't seem bothered. She only had a smile plastered on her face. "Are you family?" She asked in a sweet tone. No, I wasn't but I was considered as family. "Yes." I lied. "Room 212. The second floor." She said not taking her eyes of the computer. I thanked her and ran into the lift. I pounded on the button that said 2 like it was going to make a difference on how fast the lift goes. I finally got there and located the room. The sight I saw was never going to get out of my head. I think it was Violet but she was wrapped up in gauze and you could see burn marks and blood all over her skin. Where was Valerie and Alice? Probably in a different room but right now she was my concern. I slowly walked up next to her and put my hand in hers. How could this have happened? I kissed her forehead and then her hand. A stood there in silence for a while just staring at her. Analyzing her now burned features. And just remembering all the times we had and how that ended. A loud beeping sound came from one of the machines that pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked around and my eyes met the heart monitor. She flat lined. My heart sank and I started beefing. The doctors and nurses were rushing in and pushed me out of the way. They started to give her shocks with those paddles things. The only thing I could do was pray. I saw her body jerk off the bed five times before they gave in. "VIOLET!" I screamed. I lunged at her body but two guy nurses pushed me back. "I'm so sorry." one nurse said as he put a hand on my shoulder. I cried even more at the thought of the boys not being here. They would probably say that. "Can I atleast say my goodbyes?" I asked sniffling. They nodded and let me pass through. "I love you Violet. I hope you're in a better place now. See you soon." I whispered so no other person could hear me. I kissed her cheek, forehead, and hand. Then they took her away from me. How am I going to tell Valerie that her sister is dead? Where are they keeping them anyway? I asked the doctor before he left," Doctor, where are Alice and Valerie?" I asked. His face dropped. "Are you family?" He asked in a deep voice. I nodded. "Alice Miller and Valerie Woods died instantly in a car accident. I'm sorry for your loss." He said and walked away. What? No, this can't be happening. This must be some sort of sick joke. I think I stood there in the hallway for about a good five minutes in shock before I had to leave. As I walked down the hall still sobbing and bawling my eyes out, I suddenly felt ill. I ran into the bathroom and started to vomit. This exactly happened to me when my mother died. I sat there in tears vomiting my guts out. After a good minute or two of hurling chunks, I stopped. I went to the sink and washed up. I ran cold water over my face trying to calm me down. It didn't help. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a complete mess. My eyes and cheeks were red and puffy and my hair was in tangles. I got out of the bathroom slowly and went out of the hospital to my car. I plopped down on the driver seat and looked into my rear view mirror. My eyes were starting to look normal. Thank god for that. The only thing I'm hoping for is that the boys don't notice anything wrong with me and that I won't embarass myself on National TV. Okay, I have to get my mind off my best friends who are now dead. I just have to calm down and get my mind off it. People die everyday, but I know my bestfriends are with me right now, not physically but spiritually. Let's see what's on the radio shall we. I turned on the radio to my favorite station. They started to play Stereo Hearts. Alright, that's good. It's up beat. I started to sing along. When the song ended, the worst song came on at the worst time. If I Die Young by The Band Perry came on. I started to cry again. Really? And the worst part about this song coming on is that all three of them loved it. This was one of their favorite songs. Once the tune came to an end, another bad song came on. Forever Young by One Direction came on. I loved hearing their voices but the song just killed me. I quickly switched off the radio and focused on the road. I didn't think about anything, my mind just stopped thinking about everything. I finally got to the studio around 4:00 am. I quickly took my duffle bag and went into the studio. I first walked to the bathroom to change. I changed into some teal skinny jeans that had two zippers on right and left for pockets. I also wore a plain white sheer top that was lightly tucked into my trousers and a black blazer. For shoes, I wore my black TOMS. I checked myself in the mirror. My face still looked horrible. I rummaged through my duffebag and got out some of my makeup. I put on some mascara and lipstick. I quickly applied them and did my hair. I brushed through my knotted locks and lightly curled it. I threw my things back in my duffle bag and walked out the bathroom. I went up to the crew members who was writing something on a clipboard. "Ummm Hello sir, I was wondering where I could go." I said to the man. He was around his mid forties. "Are you Dev Scott?" I nodded. He showed me to the stage where people were barely piling in. The interviewer of the show was sitting in her chair sipping coffee and on her phone. I sat on a alittle arm chair and looked at the audience. There were alot of young people for some reason. I took out my phone from my pocket and checked it. I had 50 calls and messages from each boy, Cher, Danielle, Eleanor, Olly, Ed, and Josh. Wow, they are really worred about me. I texted all of them saying, "Turn on channel 7 at 5:00am. xx" I usually add a smiley but right now I'm not so interested in smiling. I guess I just have to fake it to everyone. I got a text from all of them saying that where was I and why should they watch and all. I ignored all of them and checked twitter. I reached up to a million followers. WOW! I wish I could share this with my friends. Oh god, don't cry. I blinked my eyes a couple time to try to stop the tears. The stage crew called," Five minutes till show. Take your places." Everyone did so and I straightened up. I put my phone on silent and slipped it back in my pocket. Everybody was scrambling around and doing things while I just sat there minding my own business. "Quiet on set!" A person called from behind a camera. Okay, think happy things. Think about the boys. Think about all the good things that have happened to me. "Okay one minute!" I fixed my hair quickly and it started. I looked at the lady who was too perky for the morning. She was around her thirties but had too much makeup on and was too overly dressed. "We have here the author of the bestselling trilogy Love Is War. Dev Scott!" The crowd went wild. The only thing I did was smile and wave. I hope my smile seemed natural enough. "So Dev, you are pretty young to be an author. How old are you?" She said with toothy grin. "I'm 18." I said simply. "Wow, How are you enjoying the fame of your book?" She said reading through her cue cards. "It's great. I've always wanted to be a writer and It's amazing that my writing has been a hit with people." I said enthiastically. "That's nice. I see that this book is dedicated to your mother." She said flipping to the first page of my book. "Yes, my mother died about a year ago due to some rare illness and it was in the process of writing my last book so I decided to dedicate it to her." I said my eyes starting to whelp. I blinked a couple time trying not to show anything wrong. "I'm sorry for your loss, but I can truly say that this is quite an amazing book. Now I want to get into a different subject." Oh god, I know where this is leading too. "I've noticed that you've been hanging around One Direction alot. Do you fancy any of them?" All the crowd awed and cooed. I chuckled and blushed lightly. "No, I don't fancy any of them. We are just like best friends. They are just great lads to be around. They make me really happy." I said. She eyed me suspiciously. "Are you sure? We have these recent pictures and rumors roaming around that say otherwise." They showed on this big screen pictures of me and harry hugging, zayn and me hugging, niall and me hugging, and all the boys and me in hysterics. I chuckled. "Yes, I'm sure. I am not with anyone of them. We are just good friends and we get along really well. But I can admit that they are very sweet and cute." Everybody cooed and laughed. The lady started asking more questions about my life and writing. I had to sit through an hour show talking about everything which I wasn't in the mood for. Not my day.