Until The End (l.p)

Chapter Twenty-Two

*hey. After contemplating very hardly on whether or not I should continue on with Zayn in this fic, I've decided to keep him until I feel like I could maybe take him out? I'm devastated by the fact that he left like this, but I don't know what else to do. So, please let me know what YOU think by commenting. Love you all :)*

My heart stops. I drop my phone on the floor and don't bother picking it up. I know I'm going to be sick, so I run to the bathroom immediately. I hear feet running after me and them calling my name, but it's just distant sounding. I lock myself in a stall and drop to my knees. I hurl into the toilet bowl as I hear someone open the door.

"Hope, baby. Are you alright? What happened." Daniel stands right outside my door. "Open the door, darling." He urges and I do.

"I-no." I croak out and go into absolute hysterics. I scream and cry until I no longer can speak. I can't breathe. It honestly feels like my lungs have been squeezed shut. Everything about me hurts.

The other boys hesitantly come in here as well to get Daniel for something. Liam sits down and pulls me to his chest while they go out for a little bit.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Let it out, darling. Get it out, you're fine. He's going to be fine." He rubs my hair and back. I shutter and shake as I continue to sob.

His plane couldn't have went down. He has to be okay. To think that my perfectly healthy brother that I just said goodbye to this morning might-might be... He's not dead. He cannot be.

They finally come back in, I assume they'd talked to my mother after I ran out and explained what she said to Daniel. They all kneel down and tty to comfort me with no luck. They don't understand, my brother could be dead. Nothing they say or do is going to help me.

Once I've somewhat calmed down, I slowly try to stand and they pull me up. I cling to Daniel-him practically carrying me-as we walk out to the car. I sit in the very back, not wanting anyone to follow me back there, but of course they do. Harry sits in the back with me and holds my hands while Daniel rushes to wherever we're going.

"Hope, honey." Daniel tries to get my attention. "We're going to pack some bags at our place and head over to your Mom's. She said we'll take a flight out in the morning to the hospital in Tennessee. I'll drop you off really quickly at your hotel." He speaks to Niall in the passenger seat.

"We've all agreed we want to come with you all for tomorrow. If that's okay with you." Harry asks me and all I can do is nod my head yes.

*

Last night and this morning have passed in a blur. Never have I been so scared in my life. We still don't know anything about anything except for what they've showed on the news and that worries me. Thirteen plus are dead but we don't know exactly who. No ones knows what was wrong with the plane or why it crashed either and it honestly really irritates me. Why can't they get their crap together? Why can't they tell me how my brother's doing?!

"You want or need anything, honey?" Mom asks gently from across from me.

I've taken this the hardest and everyone knows that. Other than Chelsea, he's the only one I've ever had to be there for me. I mean, I've got friends and all. I just prefer hanging out with the two of them. And I mean, come on, he's my brother. Of course I'm going to take it the toughest out of everybody.

I shake my head no and continue to look out the window. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Liam lean over and whisper to something to Niall. I hate that they came. I mean, I'm glad they did and care about me and whatnot, but they really shouldn't have. They've got a show tomorrow night in Phoenix and I hate to think they'd be late or miss it just because of me.