Pen Pal 2.

This is the sequel to Pen Pal. As you can tell. Same characters.
She continues her life at her mom's house. She still hasn't told Niall about Steven, but then again he did the same thing to her. What does Ashley do about Niall's Leukemia? Can she deal with another loss?
Read it all in this book. ;)


24. Coma

*A/N* Okay, as you may know.. VMAs are on Thursday. So you all need to tweet #voteonedirection so they can win the 'Most Share-Worthy Video Award' thingy! We are in the lead right ahead of Justin Bieber. Uh, yeah! Also the idea of putting Ashley in the coma through the whole memory loss thing was something I thought of as I was writing. That was before not the plan. Sorry guys if you don't like it.. But Thanks to the ones that do!


Ashley's P.O.V

"What do you mean I was in a coma? I thought I suffered memory loss?" I felt so confused, everything was all upside down. My head was pounding, doctors started rushing in before Niall could answer me. The doctors were running me through a series of tests. It was quite annoying if you ask me. They kept asking me stupid questions. "What is your name?" "How old are you?" "Can you hear me?" "Can you speak?" Obviously I know the answer to all of those questions. After getting a MRI on my brain they put me back into my hospital bed. "You need your rest.." The doctor told me after writing in her clip board. "I have been asleep for six months now. I don't think I will ever sleep again." She just rolled her eyes and walked out. Rude. Oddly enough I fell asleep.

I woke up and it was day time again. Did I sleep the entire night? How did I manage that? The doctor ran in about the same time I woke up. "Are you okay?!" She sounded concerned. "Yeah?" I was confused, was it a crime to sleep? "Okay, good. We didn't know if you would make it through the night.. But you did! Congratulations." I just stared at her wide eyed. Was I suppose to die? I couldn't move, "Here!" She said handing me pills and a glass of water. I took it, my hand was shaky. Not sure why though. I swallowed the pills, and she left. I was left alone for about ten minutes until Niall ran back in. "Babe!" I exclaimed holding my arms out for a hug. He rejected it and looked to the ground. 

"I don't know how to tell you this.." He started. I slowly dropped my arms, and dropped my smile. "Okay, go on." "I started seeing someone else.." I felt my heart crumble into tiny pieces. I didn't cry, or even react. I just stared at him and nodded. "Are you okay?" He asked, I guess I was now spazzing out and nodded uncontrollably. "What? Oh yeah.." I was in denial. He now hugged me, even though I might as well hated his guts. He sat back down and stared at me, now smiling. I didn't. I couldn't. He just broke my heart but he doesn't care. What did I miss? "So who is she?" I finally asked. I think I know the answer. He dropped his smile again and went back into serious mode. "Perrie.." He let out. I knew it, I couldn't hold it in anymore. "GET OUT!" I yelled, he ran out of that door like it was his job. Smart boy. I looked down to my left hand, my ring. I took it off and ragingly threw it at the door. I didn't even shed a tear, he didn't deserve them.

The day went on really slowly. I got out of bed to use the bathroom, and even to go mingle with other sick people. I met this really sweet little girl, then I remembered my dream. Then I remembered I was pregnant before all of this. "Excuse me," I told the girl in the middle of our conversation about unicorns. I ran back to my room to try and find the doctor to ask about my developing child. She wasn't in the room, but I already knew I didn't have a baby anymore. Plus, I'd definitely be showing by now, and I wasn't. Flat stomach, no bump. I collapsed to my knees, now in tears. I should just give up on the whole baby thing, it obviously doesn't ever work out for me. These are signs I need to follow. 

I was depressed, I told the doctors that I wanted no visitors and to have everything delivered to me. I wasn't talking much to anyone. I had nothing to say, I didn't want a reason to talk to anyone. Niall didn't even try to come back to say anything to me. I hated him, no matter how much I love him, I hate him. He is dead to me, I don't ever want to see his face again. 

Alex came a few times, but I didn't let her in, I didn't even let my own mother in. All of the boys (Except Niall), El, and Danielle came. Then the next day, they all tried again, still I didn't let them in. A week passed, and I was given the okay to go home. I wasn't sure what home is anymore. I am hoping Niall doesn't live there anymore either, and if he does, he is getting kicked out. 

I got my stuff and got a cab to my place. Alex was standing outside waiting for me, she ran to the car and opened the door for me. I gave her a blank look, I haven't smiled for a week, I didn't have the energy to. No purpose to. She pulled my bag out of the trunk and put it inside. I looked in my room. There was definitely no more Niall in here. Good ridden. I walked downstairs to see Harry's arms wrapped around Alex. They were honestly one of the cutest couples ever, I just wanted to puke. "Ash!" Harry yelled jumping on me. "Hey!" I exclaimed. He let go and smiled at me, "Are you okay?" I just shrugged, honestly I wasn't even sure anymore. Alex was making awkward hand motions towards me. Then I felt a glare into my eyes, I looked down at her hand.. And there it was. A giant rock on her finger. "No way.." "Mhm!" She smiled big and ran over to me. "I am so happy for you!" And with that, I let out my first facial expression in over a week. "Made of Honor?" "Uh, Duh?!" This was all different, but I can keep up. 

I have gotten caught up with El and Dani, and how El is pregnant. Danielle and Liam are working on it, and One Direction is dying down. It was a lot, but it's okay. I haven't heard from Niall, and Zayn isn't talking to him either. I missed him so much it hurt, but I bite my tongue and hold it in. I have started a e-mail almost a million times to him, but I stop myself. It is hard, but I can deal. 

It was already time for Alex's wedding, I know happened so quick, but I wasn't judging. I was standing next to the altar waiting for her to walk down the aisle. She was gorgeous, her wedding dress was long and rippled down the sides the top was butterfly cropped. Strapless. She had a lacy white vale that draped in front of her face. Her hair was in a braided bun, with a silver small crown on her head. She walked down that aisle so delicately, with her arm on her dad's. Everyone was watching her, but her eyes were glued to Harry's. Seeing all of this love made me want to talk to Niall. To my luck, he was here. Sitting in the audience with Perrie. Shocker. Harry didn't want him as a best man because of what he did. I noticed Zayn glancing at them every once in a while. But so was I, but it was more than glancing, it was eye death. I was giving them the deadliest look. 

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