I Wish

Kirsty Evans is your regular 16 year old girl - she loves music, especially the boyband One Direction. In fact, her dream is just to meet them for one day.
She has just finished her GCSEs and is now recording her own homemade CD of her singing songs she has written. She hides her talent from everyone - even her dad who is a manager for some of the biggest musicians in the music industry.
One day, when she is least expecting it, she walks into her house after a day out in town with her friend to find the biggest surprise ever sitting on her sofa.


16. Stay Strong

Kirsty's POV

I heard shouting voices coming from all around me. I couldn't open my eyes, I'm not breathing. 

'Someone call a fucking ambulance!' Someone screamed and then I realised that it was Niall. Oh god, the boys had found me lying in my bath, covered in blood. Why did I do this to myself? I knew they would be distraught if they found out what I had done.

The next thing I knew, I felt someone performing CPR on me. 'Her heart is still beating and she is now regaining consciousness. Get her into the ambulance immediately!' I heard someone else shout. I groaned and gasped for air.

'It's okay baby, we're all here for you,' I heard Harry sob. Just then, I saw a white light appear in front of me, was that my mother? Everything went black and that's when I knew it, I was gone.


Louis POV 

I called Mr Evans and told him everything that had happened. He was destroyed, Kirsty was the only thing he had left after his wife died and now she is on the verge of taking that road to heaven now.

We arrived at the hospital and the nurses rushed her straight into an emergency theatre. The moment we saw her come out, we caught one of the nurses and asked her to tell us what had happened.

'Well, Miss Evans flatlined once during the emergency procedure. It looked as though she had cut her arm with a shard of glass. Was anyone there when this happened?' She asked us.

'No, her dad went out shopping and we were flying here from Malibu,' I said and burstinto tears. 'So Kirsty died?' I managed to say.

'Well technically, yes, but the surgeons managed to revive her. Unfortunately, she is now in a coma,' the nurse turned around.

'But how long for?' I choked.

'A day, a week, a month. It's impossible to tell until she actually wakes up, but with her condition, we only allow a maximum of a week in the coma before we decide that she is almost definitely dead and turn the machines off that are keeping her alive. She is in intensive care at the moment, I'm so sorry,' the nurse explained.

'Can I go in and see her?'

'We need to wait for a relative to come, are they here?'

'No, but her dad is on his way. Her mum passed when Kirsty was three,' I managed to say before thanking the nurse and turning around and headed towards the boys.


Liam's POV 

Louis came back and told us everything. I can't believe that she had flatlined. She is like a little sister to me, I can't loose her. I can just about see everyone crying through my tear-filled eyes. 

What would've happened if I had let Harry chase after her and get her back? She would almost certainly still be healthy and happy, like her usual self. I can't help but blame myself for this. I hate myself for it.

'Guys, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault,' I cried.

'No, Liam it's not,' Zayn comforted me but I pushed his hand off of my shoulder.

'Yes it fucking is. If I would've let Harry go and get her, she wouldn't have done this to herself,' I half shouted.

'No, she would've still been upset and regardless of whether or not we were there, she probably would've cut anyway,' Niall manage to chip in between his sobs.

I didn't believe them, I would've stopped her from cutting herself if she were with us. This is all my fault.


Michael Evans' POV 

Oh my fucking god, the only thing left for me to cherish is slipping out of my fingertips. Kirsty is the only thing that I have after her mother passed 13 years ago. I can't loose her, I just can't. I know one day I will have to let her go, but not like this. I'm supposed to die before her, she's the one who has her whole life ahead of her.

Oh please God, take me. Don't take my daughter. She is too precious to me and the boys, of course. We will all have nothing if she's gone so please God, just take me.


Harry's POV

Three days had passed, and Kirsty still hasn't woken up. Every night, I sleep beside her bed, holding her hand, waiting for that signal that she would come back to me. I told Louis and Zayn to go out and buy her a promise ring for me, just as something to remember her by or, if she does wake up, to make sure she never does this to any of us again.

'Kirsty, come on. I know you can do this. Just stay strong for me and wake up. Just give me something. Squeeze my hand. Just give me a sign that your still here,' I pleaded and waited for five minutes. Nothing.

I slumped in the hospital chair, ready to fall asleep when I felt something tighten on my hand. I shook it off and said to myself that it was only my mind playing cruel tricks on my. But it happened again, twice, and then I realised that Kirsty was squeezing my hand. She was alive. She came back to me.

'Nurse!' I shouted and a bunch of nurses came rushing in 'she squeezed my hand!'

'I'm sorry but you're going to have to leave. We need to run tests on her to make sure that she is awake before we disconnect her from the machines,' one if the nurses said and hurried me out if the room, closing the door after I was out in the hallway.

I walked over to the waiting area and called Mr Evans and then Louis to tell them the news. This was amazing! She was alive! I can't believe this, she stayed strong throughout her struggle of keeping herself alive.

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