Mute **ON HOLD**

Apryl has never spoken a word ever since her family died in a tragic house fire. Will One Direction's loudest member get her to talk?


6. Be Alright

Apryl's POV

I was sitting in the back of my class just staring off into space, daydreaming. I wasn't really paying attention to what the teacher was blabbing on about, probably something about sentence structures, I don't know. I was thinking about Harry. I remember I used to have a small crush on him in middle school, but I think that's passed. I remembered his perfect curly hair and his sparkling green eyes that lit up everytime he laughed. And who can forget those adorable dimples?

I remember watching Harry being put into a group with four other lads on X-Factor, Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn. I've thought about texting Harry to tell him what a fantastic job he's been doing, but I haven't talked to anyone in so long, and I haven't seen Harry in so long, I was afraid. Afraid he wouldn't remember me and afraid I wouldn't be able to find the words.

I was daydreaming about how we'd meet again. He was my best friend, and now he probably doesn't even remember me. He's mister big shot and famous and rich, he probably forgot all about me. I frowned. That was a topic I wrote about a lot in my journal, it was almost on every page.

After school, I ran home before Alexa and her gang could catch up to me. They'd always wait out front of the school for me and follow me home, taunting me the entire time. It was torture.

Luckily, I beat them before they got there and I ran away before they could catch up to me. When I get home, Amanda is usually there, but today she wasn't. Matt works late so it's no surprise he wasn't here. I ran up to my room and opened the small drawer that my journal was hidden in. I opened it to a new page and wrote down what I was feeling.

Lonely, I miss Harry :(

I sighed before closing the book and putting it back in my drawer. I slowly stood up from my bed and trudged down the stairs. Walking into my kitchen, I noticed a note on the counter.


There was an emergency with Matthew, don't worry, everything is fine. We should be back by tonight.


I scrunched my eyebrows together, setting the note back on the counter. What could be wrong?

I shrugged it off walking into the living room and plopping down on the couch. I don't exactly have friends here, so what is there to do? I ereached for the remote and flipped the T.V on.

I decided on watching the Pretty Little Liars episode I had missed last Tuesday because I had so much homework to do. I settled into the couch watching the recap of last weeks show.

I spent the rest of my afternoon catching up on T.V. shows. I know, a boring way to end a friday night, but what else was I supposed to do?

A moment or two later, the front door opened and Amanda walked in looking extremely worried and scared. I jumped up from the couch and ran over to her.

"Apryl, I have bad news for you. But you need to come with me, we're going to the hospital." She told me. I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion grabbing my little white board and my hot pink marker.

What's going on??

I wrote as we walked out to her car. She sighed. "Matthew was in a car accident on his way home from work, he was supposed to come home early today and I realized he didn't. I though he was probably just stuck in traffic or something but then I got the call from the hospital. He's in critical condition." She told me.

I wondered why she was being so calm about all this, I mean, it is her husband who was just in a car accident. I looked over to her and realized she had a few tears falling down her cheeks. I could tell she was trying to be strong, she was trying to be strong for me, so I wouldn't be as worried.

I knew because after the fire, everyone acted like that. They sent me nice flowers and cards and baskets of a lot of different things saying they were sorry for my loss. But what does that even mean? My loss? It's just a nice way of saying i'm sorry you have no one left, no one left to care for you or to love you.

Everyone was aways giving me that look of sympathy, I hated it. At the time, I didn't really understand what was going on, so it didn't hurt then. But now, it hurts more than anything knowing my family is gone.

A few moments later we arrived at the hospital. Amanda led me through the halls of the enormous building to Matthew's room. I gasped when I saw him.

He was lying there looking so pale, I had never ever seen anyone so pale. He looked so useless, so broken. He had I.V's attatched to his arms, a cast on his right leg, and a bandage around his head, the beeping of his heart moniter at a steady pace.

I looked to Amanda, seeing more tears falling. "He's in a coma." She whispered wiping the tears away. I shook my head walking over and pulling her into a hug. I wish I could talk, right now is one of the times I actually want to talk. I want to be able to tell Amanda that everything is going to be alright, that Matthew's strong, he'll pull through this.

But I couldn't. I tried to open my mouth, to say something, anything, but nothing would come out. I sighed hugging her tighter.

He's going to be okay, he has to. I can't lose him too.

A moment later we heard the faint sound of the steady beeping turn into one long beeeeeeeep. Nurses rushed into the room ushering the both of us out. "You can wait in the waiting room, we need to take him into an emergencey surgery." One of the nurses told us as she guided us out of Matthew's room.

By now, tears were streaming down Amanda's face and I felt a few of my own tears threatening to fall. I pulled her to the light blue chairs that were extremely uncomfortable, and sat down next to her.

He's going to be okay :)

I wrote on my board. She smiled a little wiping a few tears away and nodded pulling me into a hug.


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