November 15, 2010
I had successfully convinced Jason to take the boys back, and after a well deserved rollicking, they completed two more songs.
After that, things had gone how they always had. How they were supposed to when McFly puts out an album.
All of the boys seemed much happier. Not as happy as I wished they were, but better off with Jason then they were with Dallas. I wondered if Dougie still wanted to leave.
No one had actually spoken to him about it again, but to be fair, he hadn't mentioned it, either. Maybe it was a drunken, stressed out statement. That's what I hoped.
But today was the official day that McFly album five was released.
They called it Above the Noise.
Knowing the album was out, and all this stress would start to fade away was one of the most amazing feelings ever. I felt so great, that when the boys asked me to go out with them tonight to celebrate, I said yes.
Harry and I were going together because Izzy had gone back home for a few days, and I still don't have a car, though I did want to work on getting one.
When we got to the club (some place Dallas had shown them, which gave me bad vibes, but whatever) we saw Tom, Gi, Danny, Georgia, Dougie and some girl standing outside. She was pretty. Tan and tall with dark hair cut into some modern short style that made it look like she had sat in a salon chair and told the stylist to do whatever he wanted.
And, she was holding Dougie's hand.
"Is that Frankie?" I asked Harry as we walked towards them.
"Yeah. Her group's mega famous right now, so don't act weird." Harry says quietly.
"Like I would." I roll my eyes.
"She is Dougie's first girlfriend since you." He says.
"Don't remind me, Harry." I snap. Harry looks at me.
"Do you still-"
"Don't ask me that." I cut him off as we get up to them. We all greet each other with hugs. and I turn to Frankie.
"Lilly, this is my girlfriend, Frankie." Dougie says, gesturing to the girl holding his hand.
"Hi I'm Lilly." I smile.
"Frankie." She smiles, grabbing my hand. Well shit. She's not a total bitch thus far.
We all go in and have a couple of shots to start the night off.
In no time, it feels like we've been at the club for too long. Tom and Gi are at the bar, Danny and Georgia are dancing like mad people, Frankie and Dougie are making out in the corner and I have no clue where Harry is.
But I know I want to get out of here.
I make my way over to Tom, and the room feels like it's spinning. I'm instantly filled with regret. Did I drink that much?
"Tom!" I yell over the loud music.
"Hey, you alright?" He asks.
"Where's Harry?"
"I don't know. Maybe with Danny?" Tom says, holding on to my arm as if I'm about to fall over any minute, which to be fair, I might.
"What time is it?" I ask.
"Two."
Two in the morning already? They have press tomorrow, and if Harry is drunker than me, which he probably is, it'll be a hassle.
"Why don't you have some water?" Gi asks me, Tom still has my arm in his grip. I shake my head.
"I need to find Harry." I say. I get Tom off my arm and stumble away.
It's very crowded and very hot in here, and I can feel my ears heating up. I push through people to the middle of the dance floor.
"Georgia! Danny!" I call. They look over at me, but continue dancing. They're obviously pretty drunk as well, but Danny's always been an energetic drunk.
But you probably already know that. Because of, you know, the Pisco situation.
"Have you seen Harry?" I ask.
"He's with Dougie!" Georgia calls, and it's like I'm not even there anymore. I sigh. I haven't been this drunk in a long time.
So more walking it is, and when I finally make it to the corner Dougie and Frankie were in together not too long ago, I realize Dougie is no longer there. I walk up to his girlfriend anyways.
"Frankie!" I say. My throat is starting to hurt from all the yelling I'm doing. "Do you know where Harry is?"
"Dougie pulled him away to talk to him. Said I couldn't go." She says, obviously pissed. Understandable.
I don't care what they're talking about or doing, I need to leave. I walk towards the toilets to try and see if Harry and Dougie are in there, not caring about the logistics of me not supposed to be going in the men's restroom.
Before I can push the door, someone tugs on my arm and turns me around. I lose my balance and stumble forward a bit. I feel like I have whiplash.
But I look up, and it's Harry. He's sweating and his eyes are completely red where they should be white.
"We need to go." He says, still firmly holding my arm and dragging me outside. My breathing picks up, not only because we're walking quickly, but also because I'm getting worried.
Danny was an energetic drunk, but Harry was and angry one, and I could tell by the way his brows furrowed his attitude was ferrel.
As we continue to walk quickly through the cold air out to the parking lot, I hear the beep of Harry's car unlocking.
I may be drunk, but I know that I can't get in a car with Harry right now.
"Harry! What are you-" I begin, but he opens the passenger door and forces me in. I bang on the window and yell his name, but he just stamps over to the other side. I try and unlock the door, but it won't budge.
Harry joins me in the car and shoves his key in the ignition.
"Harry, stop!" I yell, as he pulls out of his parking spot and scratches the car next to him.
"Fuck!" He yells loudly, startling me, but continuing to back up. He gets onto the road and starts driving fast. Too fast.
"Harry pull over! You need to pull over we're-"
"Shut up, Lilly!" He says. I know this isn't how Harry would be. It's the alcohol and-
What did Dougie tell him?
"Harry, pull over and we can talk." I say, trying to get him to listen to me.
"I can't!" He roars, swerving on the road. I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me, and I grab onto the door, steadying myself.
"Harry, listen to me. When I was a little girl my parents died in a car accident. Things like this are really dangerous. You have to stop driving." I say firmly, trying not to sound scared. Harry says nothing, but he swerve into the oncoming lane. There aren't any cars on the road, but as soon as one comes into view we'll be screwed.
I don't even hesitate. I grab the wheel and try to swerve it over towards the left.
"Get the hell off!" Harry yells, trying to elbow me off, but my grip on the wheel is strong and I don't let it happen.
Then, an oncoming car comes into view. I pull on the wheel as hard as I can, and Harry outstretches his arm in front of me.
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It was just like when I was seven. When my parents and I got into the accident.
It's not like the movies. There's not a bright light or eternal darkness, and yes, you remember you've gotten into a car accident.
When I woke up, before I even opened my eyes, I knew I was in a hospital.
But then I did open my eyes.
A woman with short blonde hair was standing over me. She starts talking, but all I hear is her say she'll get the doctor. She's smiling, so I'm not probably not dying.
That's a start.
I look to the left and behind my bed. My eyes hurt like they aren't supposed to be in my head. There's an IV bag with a line connected to the inside of my elbow. I sigh and let my arm collapse next to me. I didn't feel in pain. Maybe nothing was wrong with me. Or maybe they pumped me full of drugs.
I look to my other arm.
I'm definitely full of drugs.
A bulky sling-like contraption wraps my right arm in front of me and straps across my chest. I furrow my brow and also feel a twinge of pain there.
I bring my free hand up and feel my left eyebrow. There's a space where there should be hair, and instead there are stitches. When I bring my hand back down, there's a tiny bit of blood on my finger. I let my head fall back. Great.
I didn't even care about seeing the doctor. I was too tired. I just wanted to go back to sleep, so I did. I closed my eyes.
I'm probably so tired because of how drunk I got last night.
And then it hits me like a ton of bricks.
I jolt upwards.
Harry.
Where's Harry?
I look around. There's no one here, and no sign of anyone having been here previously. I have to get out of here. I have to find him.
I look at the IV bag, then to where it's connected to my arm. I couldn't drag it through the halls of the hospital.
So I rip it out of my arm with my teeth.
I groan at the pain, but quickly ignore it and run into the hall, ignoring the pain in my collarbone as well.
When I reach the front desk, the man sitting there looks startled.
"Miss-" He starts.
"I need to see Harry Judd." I say quickly.
"Miss, you need to go back to your room." He says. I then notice I'm wearing a hospital gown. Whatever, that's not my biggest concern.
"Where is Harry Judd?" I ask.
"Miss, you don't understand-" He starts.
"No, you don't understand. Either your going to tell me where the hell he is or I'll kick down every door in this goddamn hospital. So we can do this the easy way or-"
"378." The man says startled. I nod.
"You're very wise." I remark, before running down the hall.
I as I run, pushing anyone who stands in my way, I think of the worst case scenario. I'm about to run through the door and see Harry hooked up to tubes and ventilation systems, clinging to his life.
When I get to the door, all the blinds are pulled down and the door is closed. I pause.
Shit. It's so bad they don't even want people in the halls to see him.
I open the door, holding my breath.
Inside, Harry is sitting on his bed, with a few stitches on his forehead, and a black hard cast on his left forearm. He's fully conscious of his situation and he's holding drum sticks.
Oh, and his three band members are standing around him.
But they've all got their eyes on me.
I sigh, shaking my head and walk out the door back to my own room.
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