Jolly Holiday

Shelbie was a fashion designer. Very low key, living in upper Manhattan with her junkie brother. Then she got her big break. And that big break, went by One Direction.


19. Flash

"Why don't we pack up shop and make our way to Nando's?" Niall inquired, making me laugh. That boy would never turn down an opportunity for food.

"I could go for food." Kat agreed.

"Ooh, we can take Dixie!" I squealed, eager to get some use out my old car.

"Babe, your car only has five seats!" Louis reasoned, giving an appraising look to our group of nine (Danielle was still peeved with me, so she had turned down the opportunity), "there's no way we're all going to fit in that thing."

"Please," I guffawed, "In my days of rebellion I managed to fit fifteen people in that thing. Now, Niall gets shot gun. I'm driving. The rest of you can duke it out and whoever's left gets to ride in the trunk."

Well, after a good fifteen or twenty minutes of arguing, we finally manage to figure it out. We were squished in like it was a clown car, but it wasn't that long of a drive, so it would do.

After much debate, Zayn, Harry, and Liam squeezed into the back seat with Katie and Violet sitting across their laps. In the end, Katie ad Louis had ended up in the trunk.

"Lou, quit poking me!" Kat whined.

"Kat, it's called breathing." he replied.

Niall and I were fine in the rather spacious front seat. We just tried to tune out the complaint of our friends in the back. If the trip to Nando's were any longer, we would've probably ended up killing each other, but thankfully, we were all able to get out and abandon the old Cruiser in a matter of minutes.

Luckily, the paps hadn't even figured out that we had left the arena yet, so we were able to get into the relatively empty restaurant without much muss or fuss.

Within minutes we had a smorgasbord of every kind of food known to man in front of us. Leave it to Niall and Harry to have loaded two plates each full of food, leaving everyone else with the leftovers. Louis somehow managed to squeeze in next to me, so I settled for picking off his plate (Because I'm fairly certain Niall would've taken my hand off had I tried to pick off his food).

It was fun, really. Everyone together. We told jokes and stories and everyone found something to giggle about.

We all decided it would probably be best to stay sober (much to Zayn's and Niall's disliking) since the boys had an interview first thing in the morning. Little did we know, a caffeine buzz was just as good (and there was no inevitable hangover afterward).

I turned toward Zayn after my fifth glass of Dr. Pepper and giggled, "You look fuzzy."

"Probably because of the gallons of caffeine you're inhaling." he chuckled, trying to pull my glass away from me.

"Don't mess with her when she's on a sugar high." Niall chuckled, attacking the Peri Peri once again.

"Oh my God. He's like a bottomless pit!" Violet squeaked, watching Niall dig in to his fourth plate, "Where the hell does it go?"

"I've been asking myself that for two months straight." I mumbled.

After another twenty minutes or so, Harry finally threw a few bills onto the table. As did I and we stood to leave. Harry stopped me though.

"You're joking, right?" I glanced at him in confusion, "I think we can afford to treat our girls to dinner. Keep your money." he insisted, shoving it back into my palm.

"Thanks." I grumbled, feeling slightly wrong. Sure they were multi millionaires, but I still felt guilty about not paying for my own meal.

"Ready to go?" Niall asked, offering me his arm, and I took it willingly. He was adorable when he was actually trying to be chivalrous.

We hadn't even taken two steps out of the door, and we were blinded by camera flashes. I covered my eyes, not completely used to it yet. Kat grabbed my hand as she was assaulted by the blinding lights. They were screaming questions that I couldn't even make out myself as we stood on the steps of the restaurant, trying to think of a stealthy way to escape their grips.

Then the unthinkable happened.

Kat's hand went slack in mine. She slouched against Zayn and he wrapped his arms around her small frame as she went crashing to the ground.

"What the hell..." I grumbled, going down on my knees beside her, "What happened?" I shrieked, over the rumble of the paparazzi.

Zayn's eyes were huge, as if he thought he'd done something to stimulate it, "I don't know. She just fell and I tried to stop it, but-"

Just then she started convulsing rapidly, causing me to jump back in shock. Now we had our entire party's attention. And the paparazzi just kept on doing what they were doing.

"I know what's happening," Liam grumbled. Turning to the photographers, he lifted his palms to them and shouted, "Stop! She's having an attack!" he screamed.

Of course they wouldn't stop. Who would miss an opportunity to put this in a newspaper? I'm sure this would be headline news by tomorrow morning.

"Zayn, get her up. We're taking her to the hospital."

Who's stupid idea was it to not bring body guards, anyway? There was no way in hell we we're getting past this wall of photographers.

"OUT OF THE WAY!" Violet called, shoving past all of us, shoving photographers out of the way, "SHE'S DYING! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!" and with the help of Liam, she managed to cut a path to my Cruiser, where Liam jumped in the driver's seat, Violet in the passenger's, and Zayn and me in the back with Kat laying across us.

We went tearing out of the parking lot on two wheels, "I saw a hospital on the way here. I swear to it." Liam grumbled, as we went back in the direction of the arena and sure enough there was one.

I knew at this point that this wasn't right. It had taken us five minutes to get here? Don't seizures usually shorter than that? But she was still convulsing! This was off.

We came to a screeching halt in the ambulance bay and Violet jumped out, calling over one of the on-duty residents, "She's been seizing for almost ten minutes."

"Okay, get a stretcher," the doctor called to one of the others who stood nearer the door. Kat was loaded onto a stretcher and then rushed into the building, Zayn and I following swiftly behind.

Doctors came rushing toward us from every which way with liquid bags, needles, and God knows what else. They quickly wheeled her into a room and began stripping away her layers of clothing, "You can't go in." an intern said, blocking my entrance into the room.

"I'm her sister!" I insisted. I wasn't sure what that was going to gain me, but I said it nonetheless.

"You can't go in." she repeatedly before slamming the door in my face and pulling the blinds shut.

It took me a second for it all to sink in, but once it did, I was a blubbering mess. I backed away from the door, until I ran into what I assumed to be wall, and collapsed to the ground. I covered my face and let it go. I sobbed to the point that I thought I was going to throw up.

I only felt slight relief when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I looked up, assuming to find Zayn. But he was in the corner talking with one of the nurses. No, instead it was Liam who was sat beside me, running my back as I cried.

I only imagined how helpless I looked as I rested my head on his shoulder, all cried out. He rested his chin on top of my head, content on comforting me.

Of course this would happen. I mean, I'm Shelbie Porter. I attract bad luck like a magnet.

Then the sound I dreaded the most met my ears. A solid, dark, deafening beep.

Liam held me tighter. We both knew what that sound meant. Suddenly I found that I wasn't all cried out anymore.
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