Tell Me a Lie

Chapter Seven

She has amnesia. She can't remember me. She doesn't know that she's having a baby. She doesn't even know who she is. The doctors have to keep a close eye on her, because she gets stressed out easily if there's something that she's forgotten. I haven't seen her since the day she screamed at me. But for some reason, she remembers Josh.

I ring all of the members of One Direction. I needed to meet up with them all. Even if it was 1am.

I pick up my phone. I ring Niall first. He is sleepy.

"Heyy izz Niaall?" he says groggily.

"Niall, meet me and the boys at the rehersal room in half an hour," I say almost in one word.

"Uhm... huh?" he slurs.

"Just go to the rehersal room." I say quickly before hanging up.

~Ashley's POV~ 

I am sleepy. The doctors have woken me up for my needles. I don't even know why I need them. I just want Josh.

He came in before. I can't remember it exactly. He came in with, I'm pretty sure it was a... sling? Yes, a sling on his arm. And he came and sat down on my bed, patting my tummy. Is that what people do these days? Pat each others' tummy? And when exactly did I put on heaps of weight? My tummy has been buldging lately. And it's so sore. Also I keep vomiting. 

Anyway Josh came in and was crying. He kept rubbing my tummy and saying 'I'm so sorry,' and 'Oh my God it's gone,' and stuff like that. I kept asking him what's gone and why he's sorry, but he ignored me and just cried. 

And then the nurses came in and dragged him out.

~Josh's POV~

I love her. I love her so much. I never wanted any of this to happen to her.

I woke up in hospital. I realised Ashley was in hospital with me when I woke up, and I went into her room when the doctors told me the news. I was so upset. I couldn't believe I had caused this and it was all my fault. I was devastated that I had done this, caused her that much grief. All because of the phone call.

While I was driving, I got a call from my agent, saying he had landed me a drumming gig with another band in the next month. He wanted me to leave One Direction to join another not very well known band that lives in Paris. I was trying to say no, to tell him I really liked One Direction and boys and I didn't want to leave. He didn't listen to me and he said he'll sign me up first thing in the morning.

I was so angry. I slammed on the accelarator, and I didn't see the truck as it came whizzing past. The last thing I remember was the lights. Big, white lights. And the horn. The driver honked it down. I swerved and hit a tree. 

Now I am sitting up in my hospital bed. It is dark. There are wires wrapped up all around me. I grab some and pull them off. I need to get out, to get some fresh air. I get out of my bed and sneak out the door. A few nurses are coming around the corner. 

"And then I said to him, 'Well, you can screw that cause I ain't doin' nothin' for ya!'" they chuckle. I hide behind a vending machine. To my worst luck, they stop at it and buy a soda. I hold my breath. Then they walk off gossiping and chatting. I breathe a breath of relief. I creep out of my hiding place, and find the entrance of the hospital. I sneak out, into the cold, windy night.