A/N: Credit to Bring Me The Horizon~ It Never Ends for the title. Sorry about the last chapter. Lots of small POV's in this one. Rhy :-) xx
Chapter 25:
---Zack's POV---
I fell to my knees and put my ear to her mouth. Breathing. Shallow but there.
"Rhyana, Rhyana can you here me?" I said.
She nodded weakly and smiled.
"Everything's going to be okay Zack. Everything's going to be okay. Don't worry about me. I'm fine." She sounded slightly floaty, as if she was drunk.
I heard Megan ask around for something. I think she was asking people for a phone. She yelled for silence then I heard her yell at someone. I kept my focus on Rhyana, making sure her eyes didn't close. They began to flutter open and closed.
"Rhy, stay with me. Don't go dying on my just yet. You can't."
She smiled wearily. Megan said something to someone else. In less than ten minutes, everyone had cleared off and our friends were here. Everyone but the obvious, Hayley. An ambulance was on the way.
After us just telling her to stay awake and wait for the ambulance she spoke. "I want to talk to you all separately. Starting with what's left of Paramore."
She nodded at me and I let go of her hand. We walked to the side of the road and left her, Jeremy and Taylor there.
---Jeremy's POV---
We knelt next to her and I held her hand.
"You shouldn't be saying goodbye, because you're not going anywhere." Taylor said, choking up.
She smiled, "it's okay. I don't mind. Anyway, me dying is not important right now. I love you both. You are brilliant and always remeber that. I love you. I know you're pissed off right now at Hayley but you need to forgive her. The world needs Paramore, no matter what."
I was crying and I didn't even give a fuck.
"We'll sort it out. For you okay? But only if you live. You can't give up."
She shook her head slightly. "Unless the abulance gets here soon, I'm gone. I know it. But it's okay. I don't mind. Smile on boys, for me. Now go get We Are The In Crowd for me."
I let go of her hand, still crying, to go get the others. She can't die.
---Taylor's (WATIC) POV---
The Paramore boys came back to us, crying. Taylor looked at me and I pulled over Mike, Cameron, Jordan and Rob. Taylor and I have this sort of thing, where we know what each other are thinking just by looking at each other, we call it Taylepathy.
Cheesy, I know.
We half walked-half jogged over. Jordan grabbed one of her hands and I grabbed the other. Mike, Rob and Cameron leant down around her. She didn't even move her fingers.
"Spare me the 'you aren't dying now' speech. I've been there, done that and got the death certificate." She made what sounded like a chuckle. I laughed, tears streaming down my face. Even when she's dying, she still has a morbid sense of humour.
"Seriously now, I want you to do me a favour. All of you."
She looked at us all. We nodded. "Don't give up this band. This bullshit is what you live for, what I lived for, and what millions of fans live for. You give it up and I will haunt your asses. And not the donkey kind of ass. Kapeesh?"
Mike couldn't stop laughing all of a sudden. "All I can picture is a ghost version of you floating around my butt crack all day, poking it with a stick!" I just sighed and laughed. Who needs a boyfriend? I have these dumb shits.
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Keeping This Up Could Be Dangerous (Multiple Band Fanfic)
SonstigesWhat would you do if everyone you were close to died when you were young? You would feel alone. That's what happened to Rhyana. After years of depression, she found refuge with band members. They rescued her mentally, or did they? But one more fire...
