Kidnapped by Superstars

(No one's POV)

Rebel has been sitting in the cold, hard, plastic chair in the waiting room for about five hours, worried and anxiously awaiting the doctors' information on Louis' condition, them taking him away after failing at trying to get Rebel to go with him.

She waits.

And waits.

And waits.

Until...

The door bursts open, a team of surgeons and nurses and doctors running with a gurney, a boy with caramel hair on the stretcher, covered in blood, but. It's not Louis.

*An Hour Later...*

"Rebel?"

She awakes to a raspy, deep voice. It's none other than Harry.

"Harry, where is he? Where's Louis?!"
"Rebecca..."
"WHERE IS HE?!"

Harry steadies his long, strong arms on her shoulders, tying to calm her down.

"Rebecca, I-"
"PLEASE! TELL ME, T-TELL ME WHERE PLEASE!"
"REBECCA CALM DOWN!"

"..."

"Rebecca, I...I don't know how to tell you this..." "Oh no. No. No! It's not true, it's not...No!" Rebecca thinks to herself.

"The surgery..." Harry begins to tear up as well. "It. It didn't work, they c-couldn't save him."

"NO!"

"Where is he?!"
"Rebecca...He's dead."

END OF BOOK ONE

Notes

PLEASE DON'T KILL ME I'M SO SORRY

ok so my parents got divorced and then i moved to the other side of the country and i've been dealing with a lot of depression and anxiety and suicidal thoughts lately so that's why i couldn't update i'm soRRY OKAY

PLEASE JUST

I HAD TO

I DIDN'T WANT LOUIS TO DIE BELIEVE ME

SORRY

~Annalisa