Keeping This Up Could Be Dangerous (Multiple Band Fanfic)

And All Is Revealed. Almost.

A/N: THE LAST CHAPTER WAS 5 WHOLE PAGES!! Rhy :-) xx

Chapter 22:

Rhyana POV:

After Travis and Lauren left, people just talked. I spoke Ed.

"Hey."

"Hey." He replied.

"Check you out." I pretended to eye him up. "You really can clean yourself up when you want to."

He laughed "you don't look so bad yourself. What's with the theatre theme you got going on?"

"Actually, it's circus. And I've based it on Brendon Urie in the I Write Sins Not Tragedies video. He had a black top hat, tails on a red jacket, white gloves and a black and white cane."

"I think it suits you."

"Why thank you good Sheeran. Though I have one question."

"What?"

"Why," I tapped my toes and put my hands on my hips for emphasis, "are you not wearing a top hat?"

He dramatically put his hands on top of his head as gasped. "I do not know Ma'am. I will correct this immediately."

He quickly swiped my hat and ran off.

"EDWARD SHEERAN GIVE ME BACK MY HAT OR I WILL CANE YOU!" I yelled and giggles as I started to run after him in heels. I have mastered that skill.

I chased him and all I could hear was people cheering on which one of us they want to win. Me obviously. I think.

I got my hat back and punched him in the arm. He mocked a face of pain and I skipped away holding my hat to my head.

Everyone went back to their conversations as I tried to find a spare black top hat. I saw Alex talking to Hayley. It looked pretty important so I quickly walked past them.

I found a hat for Ed in a side room and gave it to him. Bella pulled me aside roughly so we were back to the storeroom and out of earshot.

"Hey! What's up?"

She bit her lip nervously.

"Ok there is no easy way to say this. But..."

-10 minutes later-

I. I.

I.

I just.

I don't.

I can't.

It just.

Why did.

My brain has lost all ability to form sentences anymore. I.

It's all gone. Everything inside me. Empty. Hollow. All I can feel is resentment to the people I though I knew. But as if Matrix has come to life, nothing I know is real. It was all a lie. Maybe my life is a lie. Maybe really, I'm in a coma in a hospital from the fire. Maybe I'm a lie. Maybe everyone's a lie. None of these people really exist. Something my head created to keep me entertained in my comatose state. Really, I'm alone.

----Bella's P.O.V----

I was on the floor with her. No emotion but a single tear which rolled down her cheek. Was she in shock, I don't know. I do know that her heart is no longer there anymore. The massive lump of veins, arteries, capillaries, flesh and blood is still inside her chest but that round at the top with two lumps and pointy at the bottom heart is dead. I decided to give her a hug.

Nothing but a blank stare at the hat in her hands her eyes are completely sky blue, as if they were the windows to her heart and it has turned to ice. There is nothing left in there but empty longing. I saw the way she looked at Alex.