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.

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30. Sick

"Good morning, Love," Louis murmured into my ear from beside me. To my surprise he had already managed to get himself into his chair and dressed in a clean set of clothes.

It seemed out of place, though. He wore a plaid shirt and khaki shorts; something I knew he would never wear of his own accord.

At my puzzled look he chuckled, "Not something I would've picked for myself, I know. But beggars can't be choosers. Liam brought them."

"Liam?" I mumbled groggily, wiping the sleep from my eyes, "What are you on about?"

"They got in just a couple hours ago," he said, pointing to where Liam and Niall were passed out on the floor on the other side of the room, "Dead tired, too. Apparently they had to take three different connect flights to get here."

I couldn't believe they'd actually done it. They'd actually flown all this way just to make sure that we really were alright. It must've cost a small fortune along with an arm and a leg.

"There's a doughnut shoppe right around the corner. They must be starving. And I'm sure you are too. Why don't we pick some up?"

"Sounds good," he agreed and off we went.

It was actually funny. We weren't exactly quiet coming out of the room. Yet Liam and Niall didn't even seem to notice. They were sleeping like the dead.

There was barely any traffic on the usually busy roads. When we entered the doughnut shoppe, it was just us and the single employee. I assumed that it was because everyone was trying to stay in and out of the way after last night's storms.

When we returned to the hotel, Liam and Niall were already up and moving, "We brought breakfast." I said, dropping the box onto the bed.

The boys attacked it, but I wasn't particularly hungry. I took one doughnut and picked at it for a couple minutes before throwing the remains in the trash.

"So what do you all say we try to get into town today?" Liam asked, "We need to see if there's anything we can do."

That kind of caught me off guard. I guess I just figured Liam and Niall would want to hang back once they knew their mates were okay, "We rented a truck." Niall added.

"You have a car?" I said excitedly and they both nodded, as if confused at my excitement, "We need to go then! Right now!" I said excitedly, wheeling Louis out the the door.

We all piled in quickly, the boys letting me take the driver's seat. I had to do some maneuvering to get Louis in safely, but we managed and off we went.

A police officer stopped us as soon as we got to the town border, "Folks, you're either going to have to turn around or take the detour. The town's on lockdown."

"But I live in Henryville. I need to get to Dunlevy. I need to see if my house is still standing." I lied through my teeth. I was getting really good at this lying thing.

"Do you have proof of residence?"

"I'm a kid," I scoffed, "I don't even know what that is."

"Well, then do you have your school ID or license?"

I rolled my eyes, "They were in the school you bleeding bimbo."

The police officer looked at me as if I had three heads before finally stepping out of my way, "That's what I thought." I murmured, as I rolled my window up once more.

The town was so congested with people walking around aimlessly, people trying to salvage they could from their homes, and people who were digging through rubble, trying to see if there was even anything left.

I ended up having to pull of the side of the narrow road. We had to walk from there. I grabbed Louis' wheelchair from the back and helped him ease into it.

I got a horrible clenching feeling in my gut as we walked through the streets. There were so many people everywhere, but not a one of them was speaking. There was a small walk, probably a couple miles, until we arrived at Jessica's home.

Seeing that it was still standing, I breathed a sigh of relief. I left the wheelchair duty to Liam as I sprinted up to the door, not even bothering to knock. There wasn't glass left in the door or any of the windows, but other than that it didn't look any worse for wear.

"Jess!" I called, stepping through the frame of the door and straight into the house.

Violet was the person who came to greet me though, "She's upstairs with Katie. They're both sick as dogs. We've got no bloody clue what's wrong with them, though. Zayn and Harry are up there with them." she said. She hurried into the kitchen to grab a couple of candles (the electric was out, after all), then hurried back upstairs.

I stayed down on floor level with Louis as the others trekked upstairs to check on Zayn and Harry's whereabouts. The churning in my stomach had only managed to get worse.

"Are you okay, Love?" Louis asked after a few minutes of silence, "You look a little pale."

I nodded vigorously. That was all it took. I launched to my feet, fleeing to the kitchen and just barely making it to the window before I puked. Louis wheeled up behind me and pulled my hair away from my face just in the knick of time.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again once the sickness had left my system.

"No, I'm not." I mumbled under my breath, as I clutched to the arm of his chair for support. It was all finally starting to sink in.

My sister was dead. My parents and brother are AWOL. Some of my closest friends are homeless. And Louis is paralyzed.

No. I was most certainly not okay.
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