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Chapter Seventeen: She's Not Afraid
Summer's POV
Liam was still unconscious and I felt like pulling my hair out. It had been an entire week since he had fallen into this coma and he hadn't so much as twitched. I tried to coax the doctor into telling me what was wrong, how something like this happened to him when he was doing so well. The only thing I got out of him was, 'It's classified information for family members only.'
Did he honestly see any family members anywhere?!
I drew a ragged breath and tightened my hold on Liam's limp hand. The guys weren't here, they had to leave for an interview back in England where Simon Cowell was waiting for them. That was three days ago. Ever since they had left they wouldn't stop calling me, but I couldn't blame them.
Ever since finding out about the band and Liam's fame and fortune, I had began kind of stalking them I guess you could say. But, who could blame me? It passed the time. I had liked their Facebook page, followed them all on Twitter and even checked out their official website. I couldn't help but let a smile slip everytime I saw Liam's smiling face appear on my phone as I searched the web for my boyfriend.
The gang had come in to comfort me, Anna and Caleb, Jay and Jenny, and Saige and Dylan. They were bringing me the notes I had been missing out on in school, plus assignments and homework. Anna had even told me she already knew Liam was apart of One Direction as soon as she laid eyes on him, I felt surprised, angered and frustrated. I mean, come on, she had known this whole time and she could've told me. Honestly! But she quickly stuttered that Liam made her promise and that she couldn't resist his 'puppy dog eyes'.
I looked back down at his chiselled face at that thought. I honestly missed those sparkling brown eyes so much. I was just waiting and praying on the day those eyes would flicker open, letting me see the same happiness and cheerful expression. Not the sad and depressed ones, like the last time I spoke to him.
I squeezed my eyes shut and ran my free hand through my hair wishing i could take back everything I ever said to him. It was so stupid. So what if he was famous? So what if he was one fifth of the heart-throb of all the female pre-teen and teen population.
So what if he just wanted one normal year before his career soared to magnificent heights.
I opened my eyes and slipped my hand out of his. There was no point in making a pity-party for myself, he was the one that might not wake up, he was the one in pain.
My palms were sweaty as I retracted Liam's cell from the bag where his stuff was. I had been putting off contacting his parents for the entire week, wishing I didn't have to tell them their son may never wake up from a fatal coma.
I had tried to coax the boys into doing it, but they were too busy, as much as they wanted to make a call to his parents or even drop in, they couldn't.
I scrolled through his contacts until I saw 'mum' and gulped as I clicked the Select button. I brought the phone to my ear and tried to calm my nervous beating heart as the familiar tone of the ring signal through to England.
"Hello?" A tender feminine voice asked. I thought she wouldn't known it was Liam calling, but maybe she didn't have caller I.D on her landline.
"H-hi." I stuttered, my hands slightly shaking. What if she didn't like me? What if she hated me for what had happened to Liam? What if he would never forgive me and side with his mother. If he ever woke up...
No, Summer! Don't think like that. I chided in my mind, bringing my mind back to what was happening.
"Who is this?" She asked curiously, yet kindly. I could already hear the Liam in her, making a small smile appear.
"I'm Summer Littlemore, is this Mrs Payne?" I asked, ringing a strand of hair in my finger nervously.
"Yes, this is. How can I help you Summer?" She asked. This was the hard part. Explaing to her that her son was in a current fatal position. I sucked in a deep breath and blew it out, drawing out the time to tell her what had happened.
"Mrs Payne, I believe you are aware that Liam moved to America, in the town Senton Hill for the rest of his Senior year, correct?" I asked, just clarifying. If not, he was kind of screwed.
"Oh yes dear." She responded. I nodded myself, silently chanting in my head to get it over and done with, but I knew it wouldn't be that easy.
"Well, I'm Liam's girlfriend, Summer. We met through our interest in music, we sung together at a concert, it was very romantic." She chuckled and I realised I was getting sidetracked. "Oh right, so as we grew closer every was perfect, but you see something horrible happened to me last year. One of the jocks from my school sexually abused me and he returned after leaving last year. He attacked me whilst Liam and I were on a date and in result Liam was wounded. Badly.
"Heath, my attacker, had drawn out a knife and attacked him, stabbing him into his side. Liam was completely fine, he was recovering amazingly, until we had a fight. He finally told me he was apart of the world's biggest boyband in the world and I freaked and left him. That night he fell into a coma and I think it's all my fault. I'm so sorry Mrs Payne, it's all my fault. Heath, the concert -"
"Liam's in a coma?" She asked calmly. I narrowed my eyes at the phone before putting it back to my ear.
"Yes, about a week ago. The Doctor won't tell me why either, so if you'll talk to him as well, you can find out. Apparently only family are allowed to know." I sniffled, clutching his phone tighter.
"Oh, of course, honey. I'll call the hospital right away and text what is wrong with him to his phone. In the mean time, don't stress. He's my son, and I just know he'll pull through." She said quietly and I immediately felt renewed hope. Maybe he would get better.
"Okay," I breathed, closing my eyes. "I'm so sorry, Mrs Payne. I should've called you earlier, but I was too ashamed and scared-"
"Don't worry, dear," She butted in. "I would've felt the same hesitation if I were in your situation. Thank you for calling though. Make sure to call again soon." She said, her voice in a slight cheerful tone.
"Of course. Thank you again, Mrs Payne." I whispered, before hanging up.
Wow, she was so much like Liam I could barely tell the difference if it weren't for the whole male/female thing.
My hope had built and I felt like my life was getting better. If Liam made it through this - no - when Liam made it through this, we would be happy and together.
But what would happen at the end of the year? He's famous worldwide. There's got to be tours, meet and greets, interviews, concerts, live shows. Where would I fit into all of this.
I returned to my seat next to Liam's unconscious form and enclosed his hand in mine once more.
I guess I'd have to go with what happens. But for now, I'm going to be happy with what I've got.
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