*Brad's P.O.V*
I tried to open my eyes and was face with a excruciating shooting pain through my head, I shut my eyes again before trying again this time more successful the light above me almost blinding me.
How long had I been out for?
"Mr Simpson, your finally awake." A voice sounded to my left, I attempted to turn my head to her my head throbbing,
"Sir please don't strain yourself you've suffered a great head trauma, whats the last thing you remember?"
As I tried to recreate the previous night, and the memories started to come back to me I re-tried to turn my head, much slower this time I saw that a nurse was sat on a plastic blue chair,
"I went home with a girl, and I went to use the bathroom, but I started to go really dizzy and thats the last thing I remeber"
"Okay, well the girl is in the waiting room, is there anyone else we can call? And would you like us to send her in?" the nurse replied, she had a kind face but I wasn't in the mood for sympathy.
Why would she be here now?
"Erm my girlfriend Evie's or my bandmates Tristan, James or Connor and no no don't send her in I.. want to be alone " it hurt to even think of there names or utter the sentence , what the hell happened last night?
The nurse put her hand on my arm and smiled at me as she picked up my phone and went to ring one of the boys.
I lay back down and closed my eyes and as I drifted back to sleep I caught a glimpse of the mysterious girl outside the glass door.
*Evie's P.O.V*
After 4 excruciating hours of searching for Brad we decided to call it a night as none of us could keep our eyes open. I reluctantly jumped in a cab and heading back to the hotel, my eyes brimming with tears. I knew that I wouldn't sleep much, if at all, tonight and as we pulled up outside the hotel and i gave the taxi a note I'm not sure how much, and got out.
As I reached my room I could feel the tears threatening to fall, my hands were shaking and whilst I struggled to unlock the door I felt someone come behind me
"here let me help you with that "
I relaxed at the familiar voice
"Thanks Con"
He took the key from out of my hand and unlocked the door, I stumbled in, feeling intoxicated even though I hadn't had a drop of alcohol to drink. Connor placed his hand on my elbow and supported me as I walked my body tensing under his touch. He lead me into my bedroom and sat me down on my bed, he kissed my forehead and left. Leaving me with an empty feeling. My feeling for him were just friendly however I still missed the feeling of his hands on me when he had left.
The abrupt sound of my phone ringing knocked me out of my daydream, the number was private.
"Hello is this Miss Jones?" she sounded like some form of secretary or receptionist
"yes it is, who is this" my voice still shaking.
"this is the hospital, we're calling about Bradley Simpson, he's had a accident and he's under sedation, if it's possible for you to come in would you please A.S.A.P"
I dropped my phone, grabbed my coat and ran out of the door.
AUTHOR'S P.O.V
Hey guys, I'm so sorry about the unbelievably long time you've had to wait for this, I've just got so much on right now with School that it's hard to find time to write. I've also had awful writers block so I'm sorry if this chapter is a load of rubbish. I'll update asap, I hope you all had a lovely Christmas and New year. If you have any ideas of where you want this story to go please leave it in the comments.
I love you all lots
