~Sam~

As I woke up in a white room, I looked around to see a nurse sitting down besides me.

''What happend?'' I asked.

''You were out for two weeks, young lady. Your family missed you a lot.'' She said. She walked out of the room when Niall came in.

''Hey, you're awake. I brought you a cheeseburger from Mc Donalds.'' He said and he gave me the burger. I ate only three small bites and I told him I was full. He looked at me with the I-don't-believe-you-at-all look.

''Can you eat the rest of it, I'm just... full.'' I said.

''You know I don't believe you, right?'' He said while eating. I just nodded and looked at the door. All the boys came running into the room asking me all sort of questions. Weird...

''What did you do to yourself?'' Harry asked.

''Why?'' Louis said.

''I don't understand...'' Liam had a confused look on his face.

''We missed you...'' Zayn spoke quietly, so only I could hear him.

''Sam, are you okay?'' Brynn asked. I looked at Niall if he could help.

''GET OUT OF THE ROOM AND GIVE HER SOME REST, WILL YA'LL?'' He yelled. Everyone went back to the waiting room and me and Niall stayed right here in my room. I asked Niall why they were all so worried about me.

''Because we love you as a family.'' He said. ''Anyways, you never got to tell me who you love.'' He said winking.

''Get Brynn.'' I demanded. He went ot of the room and got Brynn.

''What's wrong.'' She asked.

''I need you to tell Niall the whole story. Of how I fell in love, with one of them...'' I said silently. She gave me a small 'okay' and began telling...

''It all started when we ran away from our 'dad'...'' She began. I drifted away in a beautiful dream about, Zayn Malik.

Notes

So, hey guys. Beau again.I was in a writer mood so I thought, why not make an other chapter for you. You guys seem to like the story alot so yeah. I know it's kinda short but it's better than nothing right?

Anyways guys, I really need to go right now. I'm freaking tired. It is like 23:00 here in Holland so I'm fucking tired. I had a rough day today, me and some friends went on a smoke-y day. That's like, when we all smoke sigarettes and have fun, tell eachother stories. My bestfriends actually. And no, they're not girls... I'm not going to mention some names but let's call them J. and S.

Okay, so J. had to call his friend S. to come over and we had so much fun. J. pushed me into the bushes and I went crazy. I wasn't mad or anything but I was laughing so damn hard, I couldn't stand on my own feet anymore, so I fell onto the ground.

They kept laughing at me like I was some idiot. (I am, but still.) They didnt even pick me up from the cold, hard fucking ground. Anyways, we smoked and told eachother what kinda shit we've been through. Truth came out and who had the worst life? Me... I always thought that anyways. So yeah.

My life is kinda shitty. BUT I'VE BEEN CLEAN ( with cutting) FOR ALMOST SIX MONTHS NOW. I can't quit smoking though. Even if someone was caring about me.

Anyways, I really need to go. I'm fucking tired so hey. LET ME SLEEP!

Haha, goodnight guys. Have a great day/night.

Love ya'll,

Beau.