Save Me

Part 2 ~Stella~

A/N: So I really just want to post this whole thing tonight and get it out there because it's only like 3 parts and I've already written it and meh. SOOOO lovely people of Wattpad, here is Part 2! Yay! Excited! Okay, here you are :)

Dedicated to @HollaAtNialler because she's my friend and she dedicated an amazing Niam manip to me in her story and idk she might like this maybe maybe not. Either way, you need to go read her stories!!!!

Part 2 ~Stella POV~

I paced up and down the bright hallway, my converse high tops squeaking on the floor as I went. The florescent lights above glowed obnoxiously bright, making everything look more sterile, and reminding me that I was in a hospital.

Two hours. I’d been waiting here for two hours, pacing. I didn’t dare leave the waiting room in fear that they’d call for me and I wouldn’t be there. I didn’t know what was happening. All I knew was that Danielle, Liam’s girlfriend, called me in a panic from an ambulance, crying hysterically at midnight. She’d begged me to meet her at the hospital, and I’d been there even before the ambulance.

I’d thrown on the first clothes I saw; plaid pajama pants, converse high tops and an old shirt of Liam’s that he’d given me. Pulling on a blanket to protect myself from the harsh London winter (not wanting to waste time with a jacket) I frantically drove to the hospital.

Once there, I’d demanded to know what was going on. I’d been listed as Liam’s emergency contact in his hospital records, since his family lived in Wolverhampton, not London, yet they refused to update me on his condition. About thirty seconds later, I learned that the lack of information was due to Liam not arriving. Two paramedics burst through the doors, running frantically with a stretcher. I recognized the patient’s clothes as Liam’s favorite outfit; my eyes widened when I realized that it was him. He’d been strapped down to the gurnie, an oxygen mask on his face, tubes of all kinds running all over his pale body.

“Suicide victim! Name Liam James Payne, age nineteen, medical history of severs kidney problems…” one paramedic started to ramble off Liam’s personal information to a doctor who’d joined the mad-dash. I just watched in pure horror, my chest filling with cement. I felt nauseous. Suicide? My stomach flipped at that word and I raced over to a nearby trash can, throwing up mostly everything I’d eaten that day.

Hysterical crying brought me back to reality as millions of different fears rushed into my head. I cleaned my mouth and looked over to find Danielle sobbing in a chair. I walked over by her and sat down next to her. She looked up to find me and sobbed onto my shoulder.

“What happened?” I managed to whisper.

“Got home late…had a photo shoot and after party…huge fight with Liam…found him passed out…” she said between her sobs. I tried to comfort her, calming her down.

“I should go,” she said, wiping her eyes and clearing her throat.

“What? Why?” I asked.

“He wouldn’t want me here…he hates me now.” She said, picking up her purse and standing up.

“He could never hate you, he loves you!” I protested, also standing.

“No. He hates me now and I deserve it.” She sighed. “Call the boys.” She muttered as she walked past me.

I watched her go, astonished by what I was seeing. This couldn’t be happening, surly she was mistaken. I quickly dug around in my pockets for quarters for a payphone, but only found a penny. I’d forgotten my cell phone.

“Excuse me,” I said to the lady at the desk. She looked up.

“Yes?” she asked. She seemed extremely tired, with large bags under her dark brown eyes.