Melody's POV

"Melody Musikk."
The doctor's eyes got wide and he pulled me into a hospital room where nurses and doctors were running about, checking someone's vitals and other crap I didn't understand.
My brain finally catching up with everything in front of me, I stopped breathing. Then the doctor kinda shoved me aside and I inhaled, walking slowly to the hospital bed.
There, lying unconcious, was my brother. He had a huge gash on his forehead and a cut on his cheek that looked painful. His nose was purple and swollen. I inhaled sharply and the room started spinning. I sat down on the floor abruptly and held my head in my hands, sobbing.
One of the nurses pulled a chair up to the side of the bed and lifted me into it when I had calmed down enough to realize that the room was mostly cleared out. The only people left was the nurse and two doctors, but then even they left.
When I was alone, I grabbed Will's hand. "Please don't die," I said, tears dripping down my face.
I was crying so hard I almost didn't feel him squeeze my hand. "There's a--"

"MELODY! GET! UP! NOW! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" a different voice shouted at me. The chair bounced under me.
Wait a second.... I'm not in a chair. I'm in a bed. WHAT?!?!?!?!?!
I sat up abruptly, hitting my head on someone's knees. "FUUUUUUUCK!" I shouted. "LOUIS! THAT HURT!"
"Well, you didn't get up," he said matter-of-factly as he jumped next to me. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty! We got things to do, places to go!"
"Stop jumping on the bed. It'll fall through the floor and we'll owe the hotel a LOT of money," I said as he opened the curtains above my head, then jumped onto the other bed and back.
"Would you stop jumping and get out?! I have to get dressed, you know!"
"You've been on tour with us for two weeks. We've all seen your pajamas. Now get up," he said, pulling the duvet off of me, covering his face with it. "Happy?" he said, muffled by the enormous, puffy, warm and inviting blanket.
"No, but I have a feeling you're not leaving until I'm ready," I sighed, looking at my phone. "Fuck."
"What now?!"
"I can't do shit today."
"WHY NOT?!" Louis roared, growling.
"We're a tiger today, are we?" I teased, trying to hold back tears without him knowing. It didn't work, because my voice caught on 'today', and he uncovered his head.
"Is something wrong, Mel?"
I pulled up my calendar app on my iPhone and threw it at him, subconciously thanking God that I had the good sense to use an Otterbox.
"Ohhhh....." he said, standing up. "Here's your blanket, he said, throwing it at me. He stood up and walked out the door. "I'll be back in a moment, 'kay?"
I just covered my head with the duvet.
A year ago, I was happily sitting at my piano, working on a song and eating ice cream when I got that phone call. Now, a year later, I was unhappily laying in a comfy, 5-star hotel room on the softest bed EVER, with the most famous boyband in the WORLD, crying. All because of a trucking fucked-up dude who shouldn't even have his license.

Today is the first anniversary of Will's death, and I didn't know how I was going to handle it.

Harry's POV

"Okay, lads. Problem. Mel's probably not moving at all today," Louis said, entering the hotel room where Zayn, Liam, Niall, and I were watching 80s movies on Netflix.
"Why not?" I asked, immediately concerned.
Louis threw an iPhone at me.
Melody's iPhone.
I unlocked it and immediately knew what it was. I dropped the phone and dropped my head in my hands, pushing my hair back from my face, only to have the curls drop again.
"Fuck!" Niall said. "We're playing in MSG tonight and she couldn't have thought to warn us?"
I glared at him. "Her brother is dead and you think the concert is more important?!"
"First: MSG is tomorrow. Second: What are you TALKING about?!" Zayn asked, speaking for both him and Liam.
I simply said, "Will's death anniversary is today." and Liam's jaw dropped.
"You're kidding, right?"
"Why the hell would I be kidding about this?!" I shouted.
"This would be the point that I should crack a joke about you liking Melody, but then I'd probably be dead, too, so I'm not going to," Louis said, backing away slowly.
"No shit, Sherlock!" I shouted. Something I had learned from Melody's endless sarcasm.
This day wasn't turning out to be so cheerful at ALL.

Notes

I have this horrible feeling I'm going to get my period.
For the first time.
EVER.
Yes. You read that right. I, iceskatez, have never had that magical moment from Mother Nature.
ENOUGH VAGINA TALK!

I uploaded the video of me singing to YouTube, only instead of uploading like it was supposed to, it uploaded three separate videos. So it's a work in progress. It'll get done, I promise. Photo Booth just has to work for me for five minutes and I'll be fine. It's gonna be awhile, though.
It's gonna be awhile until I'm home alone again. GAH!

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Don't you just LOVE how I share personal stuff with you guys? It's probably REALLY awkward for you, but it helps to vent.

And YOU'RE WELCOME for posting a chapter. There'll be a new one soon, I promise! Maybe not tonight, but there will be soon!