*Evie's P.O.V*
I ran to Tristan's room and began to knock as fast and loud as I could, he opened the door after about a minute his eyes were red and his hair was tousled like he had been running his hands through it. I could tell how worried he was.
"Evie ? What's happened, have you heard from him?!" Tris asked frantically
"He's in hospital, I don't know whats happened, will you drive me down?"
He didn't reply, he didn't need to, he grabbed his keys and we left for the hospital.
The journey there was silent both of us on the brink of tears. We arrived there in a short 10 minutes however it felt more like 10 years.
As we got out of the car Tristan took hold of my hand for support and we ran towards the reception desk.
"We're here to see Bradley Simpson " I said my voice shaking slightly.
"Are you family?" the receptionist asked, I froze, but thankfully Tris stepped in.
"Yes he's our brother " not the most convincing there Tris. But the receptionist looked to tired to check.
"He's in room 583 on the third floor"
We quickly thanked her and sprinted towards the stairs, not bothering to wait for the lift.
As we reached Brad's room, a wave of dread overcame me and I stopped, for the first time since we left, I didn't want to see him.
"Are you okay?" Tris said a concerned look on his face.
"I'm so scared of what will be behind these doors, what if his face is all battered and bruised "
A lump formed in my throat and I felt Tristan wrap his arms around me
"Evie, we need to do this, whatever state he is in, he'll be okay, we can do this "
I took a deep breath and nodded, Tris took back hold of my hand and opened the door, and there lying helplessly in a bed was my Bradley, my poor baby. There was multiple tubes coming from him, he was so pale and if there wasn't a machine measuring his heartbeat I would have been sure he was dead.
I looked up at Tris, all the colour had drained from his face.
"I'm going to ring the boys and tell them what's happened, I won't be long" Tris said before he rushed out, leaving me with Brad. I went over to the chairs next to him and sat down, I picked up his hand and began to cry.
"I'm so sorry, I should have gone after you, I should have stopped you. If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be here" I was struggling to get my words out.
"Evie?" a voice broke the silence and as I looked up, I saw those beautiful brown eyes looking at me.
"Brad! Your awake" I wiped the tears from my eyes with my free hand.
"What are you doing here, I thought you hated me" hearing him say that broke my heart into a million pieces.
"I could never hate you, I love you so much and I'm so sorry for everything I've put you through I've been such a selfish bitch "
"please stop apologising, you've done nothing wrong, I'm the one who decided to just take off " I stood up and kissed him, his warm lips fitting exactly with mine, it was soft and gentle. I heard the door open and Tristan came back in.
"Brad, how you feeling?" Tristan's eyes had now gone bloodshot and his voice was quivering
"I've been better, but I'm alright" Brad shot him a weak smile which Tristan returned.
"The rest of the band are coming in the morning, it's like 4am so we'll let you get some rest" Tris put his hand on my shoulder as he said it as a signal for is to leave.
I gave Brad a quick kiss and reluctantly we left.
*AUTHOR'S NOTE*
Hey guys second update this week, should be proud of me ;)
Filler Chapter before things get a little better.
Now how do you guys feel about smut. Yes or no?
