Never Letting You Go Again (Sequel to 'The One')

******Amber's P.O.V.*******
"Louis, I have to go home, Chelsea's probably worried because I told her I was gonna stay there last night." I said putting on some ruby red lipstick. (I wore this)
"Can I come over tomorrow?" He asked still lying down on the bed in his pj's.
"Um......ok, sure." I replied. I put my lipstick in my purse and heard my phone buzz. I grabbed it and was confused by the caller ID, the hospital? Eh, whatever, I'll answer it anyway.
"Hello?" I asked.
"GET SOME PREASURE ON IT RIGHT NOW! KEEP THEM ALIVE, THEY ARE NOT DYING ON MY WATCH!" I hard someone say in the back ground. "I'm sorry, is this Amber Curlin?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, why are you calling me?"
"Chelsea Mills, does that name rign a bell to you? GET THAT TUBE IN HER ARM!" She yelled.
"Yes, she is my best friend."
"Well, I know this is gonna be hard for you, but her and another young male were hit by a car in front of the Getty Mini Mart. You were the first person on Chelsea's contact list, we need you to get down here to the hospital. "
"Okay, I-I'm on m-my w-way."
"Please hurry miss, we're barely keeping them both alive." She said hanging up. I grabbed my purse, then Louis' hand and ran out the door and to my car. I took my keys out, started the egnition and drove out of the driveway.
"AMBER! I've been calling your name for the past 5 minutes! What happened and where are we going?"
"Chelsea and I think Michael were hit by a car, I need to go to the hospital." I said pulling in and parking. I grabbed Louis' hand and ran into the hospital.
"Ms.Curlin?" A younger-looking women asked.
"Yes?" I asked back.
"Ms. Mills and Mr. Styles are in surgey at the moment, there is a lot of debree."

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