They Don't Know About Us (A Liam Payne 1D Story)

5. ~Heart Stopping & Telephone Calls~

Liam POV:

Clink! went Ed's beer bottle against my rootbeer. I sat back in my chair and smiled at our hard work. It was the fist time I'd smiled since Amelia left. For three days, Ed and I worked on the song. And now, it was finally finished. 

"She's gonna love it," I decided, taking a sip of my rootbeer. 

"When will you sing it to her?" Ed asked. "Make it soon, mate." 

I sighed, and nodded, considering this.

"Danielle called me, to see what was up. We're both really worried about her. She's going over there tonight, to her mum's house. I'll probably go tomorrow, bring the guitar, and hopefully show her how amazing she is." I explained, nodding in approval. 

A sudden vibrating filled the room.

"Liam, your stupid phone is shaking the whole table." Ed laughed. I rolled my eyes and answered my phone after seeing that it was Danielle.

"Hey Dani, how's Amelia?" I asked.

"She's...dying..." Danielle sobbed. I jolted to my feet in alarm. I sware to god, my heart stopped. Amelia? MY Amelia? No.

"What?!" I yelled into the divice. 

"She...she cut...and bleeding...oh my god Liam, did she attempt suicide?!" Danielle cried. I slid into my converse and grabbed my car keys, and wallet. 

"No, no way! I...I should've stopped her, I should've followed her! This is all my-"

"Don't fucking say it, Liam, it's my fault too." Danielle spit. I shook my head.

"I'm on my way. She's in Manchester?" I asked.

"Yeah, St. Joseph's." Danielle managed through her tears.

"I'll be there fast. And Danielle?" I asked as Ed stood up and I opened the front door.

"Y-yeah?"

"Be careful." I said, then hung up. Ed came up behind me as I frantically tried to lace up my shoes.

"Liam?" He asked.

"Yes?" My voice was suprisinly calm and I kind of wanted to scream, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"What just happened?" He asked.

"Amelia is in the hospital, I'm heading over there." I said. 

"Mate...do you need me to drive you?" he sounded serious.

"Nah, I'm okay." I lied.

"Liam..."

"Please, can you tell the guys what happened?" I asked. He nodded slowly.

"Alright," He said. I smiled.

"Thanks Ed," And then, I walked outside, Ed watching me from the window.

I got into my car and backed calmly out of the driveway, making my way down the street at the speed limit, not driving crazy.

To tell you the truth, the inside of my head was in shambles, trying to sort out exactly what the hell was happening. Amelia had tried to commit suicide, that's all I knew. And it was all my fault.

All I knew what just that I had to get there, to the hospital. And that was three hours away.

"C'mon," I muttered to my myself. I hadn't noticed how bad my hands were shaking until I looked at my steering wheel. In fact, my whole body was shaking, up my arms, to my shoulers, down my torso to my legs, and straight into my toes. I was sweating too. 

What if she didn't make it? Just how bad had she cut? Why? Why had I done that, told her I wanted sex, made her have sex? This is all. My. Fault. If I'd never seen her arms, just taken her to lunch...damnit Liam!

I drove faster than I ever normally would, but can you blame me? I sped to the hospital, turning a three hour trip into just under two hours. I parked the car and darted into the hospital, not caring who saw me. 

Through the rain, through the doors, into the hospital. I raced over to the main desk.

"I need to see her, my wife!" I yelled at the receptionist. Wife? What? She didn't look suprised.

"And who exactly is 'her'?" The woman asked.

"My girlfriend, Amelia Payne, er, Kensington. Amelia Kensington!" I stuttered out. Payne? I'd called her Payne? And my wife? I shook my head, my stupidity not my main concern at the moment.

"She's in the ER, room 214," she started, scribbling me out a pass. 

"Thank you!!!" I yelled, grabbing the slip of paper. 

I've always hated hospitals. Even when I was a tot, I hated them. I hated needles, what needles meant for me. But I soon overcame the fear, and sucked it up. It simply had to be done, so I did it. If I'd refused my treatments, I would not only be hurting myself, but I'd break my mother's heart, and I love her too much to do that.

But now my kidneys were better. I still hate hospitals. And the idea of my beloved girlfriend being in one, well, killed me.

Lifts are too fucking slow! Why the fuck do we have them if they're so fucking slow?! These thoughts and more clouded my numb mind as I waited in the lift, for the second floor ER. That is, until the doors slid open with a satisfing bang.

Honestly, the next part of this night was a total blur. I somewhat remember walking down the hall, more like running really, and finding room 214. Opening the door, bright hallway light spilling into the dim room. Walking inside, my heart stopping.

Danielle was hunched over the bed, sobbing. I was frozen in the doorway, my eyes fixed on my girlfriend, my life...my everything. 

"Liam?" Danielle sniffled, her eyes bloodshot. But my vocal chords were frozen. My body felt as though it was in a time warp. I just stared at the girl with the auburn hair, my ex-dance partner, my current girlfriend, my everlasting love. 

It started at her wrists, which laid lamely on the white sheets beside her broken body. Bloody bandages, wrapped tight, thick. They traveled up her arms, disapearing into her loose hospital gown. That beautiful face, the one which I'd spent so many hours memorizing, carving into my brain as though to never forget it, looked pale and pained. She had tear stains down her cheeks. Her lips, pale as her skin, and her eyelids were delicately closed, as if to tuck her amazing eyes away for safe keeping.

Suddenly, a short, sharp breath filled my lungs. And once my lips were parted, my trance was broken.

"Amelia," I whispered. And then, I broke down crying, collapsing onto the floor.

Oh my god.