Tanya’s P.O.V:

It’s been 4 days since Mickie was knocked out da Melissa, and she still hasn’t woken. Melissa must’ve hit her REALLY hard! Because she usually wakes up the very successivo day. I decided to ask Melissa.

“Mel?” I whispered as I walked into her bedroom.
“Yeah?” she answered.
“I was just wondering how hard te hit Mickie the other day?” I asked.
“I didn't hit Mickie, she collapsed.” She told me.
“Oh shit!” I roared.


“Tanya call the ambulanza love!” my mom spoke with a tone of panic in her voice.
“Why mummy?” I questioned.
“It’s Mickie- she’s collapsed. Quickly!” she alerted.
“Right away mum.” I obeyed and dialed 911.


I ran down the stairs and unlocked the cellar.
Mickie was lying on the cold, damp ground, motionless. Her lifeless body wasn’t even breathing.
“Emma!” I screamed.
She came strolling up to me.
“What’s wrong?” she quizzed.
“Mickie’s collapsed again.” I informed her.
“Oh god! I’ll call the ambulance!” she skedaddled to get her phone.
“Hello can I have an ambulanza please? It’s my sister, she’s collapsed.” She spoke calmly on the phone.

te may be wondering why I’m freaking out. Well, the truth is, if Mickie dies, we won’t have a maid.

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Niall’s P.O.V:


It’s been over a week since that incident, and Mickie hasn’t been in school since then either. I’m really worried about her.
She could’ve been badly hurt da my ‘friend’ jack, the other giorno if I hadn’t stepped in to save her. I don't think she even knew it was me.


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After school I went to Mickie’s house. I knocked on the door. Claire opened it.
“What do te want?” she grumbled.
“I came here to see Mickie.” I smiled.
“Well te can’t.” She scowled.
“Why?” I questioned.
“Because Mickie is in hospital, dweeb.” She rolled her eyes.
“WHAT?! Why?” I asked.
“She collapsed.” She told me, filing her nails.
“HOW?!” I queried.
“HOW SHOULD I KNOW?!?!” she screamed as she slammed the door in my face.


How could this have happened?!


I ran to Kate's house as it was the nearest house I could think of. I banged on the door and she answered it.
“What the fuck do te want horan?” she grunted.
“Kate, Mickie’s collapsed! She in hospital! She could be dead. She could-” I was interrupted da a schiaffo, smack in the face.
“WHAT WAS THAT FOR?” I exclaimed, clutching my jaw.
“Mickie came home from hospital this morning te douche!” she replied.
“Oh.” I retorted.
“Now, go away and leave me alone. You’re making me miss ‘CSI: New York’.” She remarked.
“Right. Sorry.” I detto as I walked away.


I ran to Mickie’s house yet again. I knew her sisters weren’t going to let me in, so I decided to get in the way Mickie got out on the first night at her house.

The window.

I climbed the gate of her garden. I jumped on the bacheca and went in the window.

Mickie was lying on her bed, motionless. There was dozens of medication around her and she looked so weak.

But she still was the image of perfect in my eyes.

I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, causing her eyes to flutter open.
I felt like I was in the movie ‘Sleeping Beauty’ where the prince kisses aurora from her slumber. Don't ask me how I know that.

*Fantasy*
Once she recognized me, her eyes filled with happiness.
“You came.” She beamed.
“Of course I did babe.” I smiled back at her.
“I Amore te Niall.” She whispered.
“I Amore te too Mickie.” I told her as I kissed her once again.

*Reality*
Once Mickie had realized it was me, she slapped me hard on the cheek.
“What the fuck are te doing here horan?” she screamed.
“Mickie shut up o else your sisters will hear you!” I detto as I covered her mouth with my hand. She bit down on it and I yelped in pain.
“What the fuck Mickie?” I exclaimed.
“Why are te here? I thought I told te to leave me alone.” She spat.

“Mickie just let me explain….” I pleaded.
“Explain what, exactly niall? Why te weren’t man enough to dump me in person so te sent me a text? Why te let my sisters pay te to pretend that te cared about me? Why te told Amy about my sisters which let her tell the whole school and leave me with no friends? And why te kissed Amy? I’d Amore to hear te explain niall.” She smiled fakely, crossing her arms.

“Ok, first things first, I didn't send te that text message Mickie.” I told her.
“Then who did?” she quizzed.
“I don't know. I haven’t had my phone since the night before this all happened!” I explained.
“Who could have taken it?” she questioned.
“I’m not sure.” I shook my head.


“And what about Amy?” she asked.
“Don't listen to her Mickie. I Amore you, not her. She overheard me and harry talking about your sisters.” I remarked.
“But te did baciare her, didn't you?” she spoke quietly.
“Yes.” I sighed.
“Why would te do that niall?” she queried as a tear fell from her eye.


“I-I-I don't know. I found her eavesdropping on me and harry so I began to roar at her. Then we kissed. But I promise te it meant nothing. She means nothing to me Mickie. You’re the one I want.” I retorted.


“I’m so sorry.” She sobbed, putting her head in her hands.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I leaned over her.
“I’m such an idiot. I can’t believe that I actually believed all of this.” She remarked.
“Mickie you’re not an idiot. It’s not your fault. There’s obviously someone just trying to break us up.” I whispered, hugging her tightly. She suddenly piped up.
“Wait, who was in your house on the night te Lost your phone?” she questioned.
“Um, just you, Greg, the boys and Andrea.” I replied.
“Andrea?!?!” she shrieked as she ran out of the room.


Mickie came back into the room, displaying my phone on the palm of her hand.
“Andrea had it?” I asked.
She nodded.
“So she’s the one who sent te the message!” I announced.
“No shit Sherlock!” she giggled.

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