Band Romance One Shots (MIW/BVB)

We'll fight(Cricky)

I woke up to my ringtone and jolted up from bed. Who the fuck calls in the middle of the night? Groaning as I kicked the blankets off of me, I checked the caller ID. It was Ryan. What could he possibly want?

"Chris!" he shouted as soon as I swiped right on the call. It sounded rather urgent.

"What's wrong?"

There was a long pause accompanied by Ryan's heavy breathing ringing through my ear.

"Ryan?" I snapped.

"You have to come to the hospital! It's Ricky!"

As soon as I heard that Ricky was in trouble, I rushed out of my room not even bothering to change out of my pyjamas. Whatever it is, it's important and I just hope that Ricky will be okay. He has to be okay. He needs to be okay. For me. Once I got into my car, I drove away quickly but realized that I hadn't asked Ryan in which hospital Ricky was. As I dialed Ryan's number, thoughts of Ricky flashed through my mind. His gorgeous smile, his bright blue eyes, pitch black hair contrasting his very pale skin. He makes me smile. He makes me laugh. He's my happiness. He makes me feel everything at once. I wanna hold him and protect him, but I guess I am too late. No!I can't lose him. The name of the hospital popped up on my screen before I was able to call Ryan. Was he reading my mind? Looking at the text, I sped up my driving until I reached the hospital. Once there I sprinted inside and at once I made contact with the rest of the guys.

"Chris, thanks for coming," his mother said as she hugged me tightly.

Why is everyone here? What's going on? It was these thoughts that caused me to push everyone out of the way and scream at the nurses. All they told me to do was to calm down which caused the fear inside of me to grow. Something is seriously wrong with Ricky. With this realization, I sat down with my head in my arms, tears soaking my long-sleeved pyjamas. Ricky's mom walked over to me.

"Honey, I think it's something that Ricky needs to tell us himself. I don't even know what it is. All that I know is that he got seriously sick while he was with Ryan. And Ryan let all of us know because he was terrified of the state that Ricky was in! So maybe it's not all that serious. Maybe Ryan was just very alarmed."

Struggling to look up, I finally managed to wipe my tears and respond to Ricky's mom.

"Thanks. I'll try to be positive," I lied.

I sat down on one of the chairs, the guys sitting next to me and Ricky's best friend, Vinny, sitting with Ricky's parents across from us. All that I saw was people trying to stay positive. The guys were whispering things like, "He'll be okay." It drove me absolutely insane for I knew it wasn't true. I could feel that something was seriously wrong with Ricky. My heart and body told me so. I realize now, that when you have an opportunity to tell someone how you feel, you should tell them. I should not have kept it all to myself. He could have spent his last hours with me.

"Chris!"

My eyes widened when Ryan mentioned my name. "Seriously dude! Don't fucking scare me like that!"

"I'm sorry," Ryan replied quietly.

Something was wrong with Ryan too. I studied him as he sat down next to me. Something was off. Had he been crying? His voice certainly sounds like it.

"Ryan, what's up?" I whispered so that the others would not hear.

Ryan slowly lifted his head and struggled to open his eyes. When he finally did, tears spilled out of his red eyes. The deep, blue circles under his eyes were prominent on his snow, white skin.

"Ryan?"

"I-I don't know Chris!" he whisper shouted as he buried his head in his hands. "Ricky, I can't. I don't know what to do with him."