Someone Special

No one understands seventeen year old Stella Brown. She talks to no one but herself, and sits alone in the courtyard at lunch. She has no friends. But one day, Niall Horan transfers from Ireland. Many girls fall for him, but Niall only falls for one person. Stella. Slowly, Stella lets down her guard, and she and Niall start to date. But when the unthinkable happens, will Stella keep her guard down long enough to help? Or will she close the world out again? Please read!!! xx

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12. The News

Abbie's P.O.V.

The doctor walks out from Zayn's room and we all jump to our feet. "Is he ok?" says Louis anxiously. The doctor shifts from one foot to another, uncomfortable. "Well..." he says. I raise my eyebrows, waiting. "He didn't make it." It takes thirty seconds for the news to register, it feels like a stab in the heart. "No," I say, calmly. "You must be mistaken!" Deep in my heart, I know he is not mistaken, though. "No!" I say, a little more forcefully this time. "NO! HE CAN'T BE DEAD! NOT ZAYN! YOU ARE LYING!" "Abbie," says Charity and comes over to me. I angrily push her away. "NO!" I shout again. Louis' face is grim with determination. "Can we see him?" His voice cracks. The doctor nods. Harry's face is wet with tears, and so is mine. Everyone else is crying, but not as much as me, Harry, and Louis. We enter the room. Louis goes over and sits next to the bed. He just sits there, his head down, tears dripping onto his lap. I sit on Zayn's bed, and let the tears stream down my face. Emalie rubs my back, and Stella, Caroline, and Charity just stand in the doorway, silent. Harry seemingly doesn't know what to do. He walks to Zayn, then to the door, then over to the window, and repeat. Just then, the doctor walks in. "The other two boys are ok," he says, which makes me cry harder. "Liam will be sore, like if he broke his collarbone, and he will have to wear his arm in a sling. Other then that, he is good." Charity sighs a sigh of relief, and a thin smile haunts her lips. "Niall will also be ok," says the doctor, and Stella perks up, her head lifting from her cupped hands. "He will also be sore, but we gave him a minor blood transfusion, so he should be good to go." The doctor claps his hands once. "Any questions?" We all shake our heads. "Ok," says the doctor. "I am so sorry, but you will have to leave the room now, we need to transport Zayn's body. I am so sorry." Silently, we file out to the waiting area again. I sit apart from everyone else, and stare at the tattoo on my wrist. Zayn has the same one. It's a heart. I stroke the tattoo, which Zayn has kissed so many times, and sob.

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