Dear One Direction

Georgia's POV

"No," I breathe out. "No! No! He's not dead! No! He can't be!" I scream at the doctor. "He's not dead! You're lying! Stop lying!"

Zayn and Liam hold one of my arms, away so I don't hit the doctor. I scream at him, but he's calm. Like he's seen it all before.

"Niall can't be dead! He's not! Why is he lying?! Stop lying," I scream at both Louis and the doctor. Louis and Harry just slump down in in their hospital chairs, looking utterly devastated.

"Why are you just sitting there?! Stop it! Tell him, Harry! Louis, please!" Louis just looks up at me, his face darkened. His eyes seem a dark, navy blue. Like, the dark blue the night sky is sometimes.

"Georgia, he's gone! Stop fighting it," Harry barks at me. I shake my head, and ten so suddenly, just collapse in a heap on the floor.

I put my palms to my temples and rub my head, shaking it slightly.

"No," I whisper. "I won't."

"He's gone, don't you see, Georgia?! He's dead, he's a body on a stretcher! Niall's not there anymore!" I look up at Harry, seeing the anger on his face. His old emerald eyes a dark black.

"Shut up! All of you, shut up," I scream. My harshness seems to take them by surprise, because Louis jumps when I start to scream.

"He's not dead! No! He's not dead..." I scream over and over.

Notes

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wait for the next chapter.