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"She keeps mumbling about how she just wanted to go home," Sebastian said as he spoke with Charlie and Tom outside of Y/N's hospital room.

"She's talking about the day the footage was taken of you two," Charlie said as he looked at Sebastian.

"I know-"

"She didn't want you to be around her. She didn't want any of us anymore," Charlie mumbled, his gaze meeting his feet. "We left her. Why would she want us?"

"You left her. Not me," Sebastian said as he glared at Charlie.

"Sebastian," Tom began before being interrupted.

"Fuck you," Charlie spat as he moved closer to Sebastian. "Fuck you for giving up on her. Fuck you for letting her push you away. And fuck you for not being there for her when we left." Charlie pointed a finger at Sebastian. "If you never came into her life, then she would've never did what she fucking did."

"Yeah, because it's my fault you were too much of a fucking pussy to realize that you weren't her only friend," Sebastian said as he moved closer to Charlie. Charlie's finger now touched Sebastian's chest.

Charlie got in Sebastian's face as he said, "I wish she never fucking met you."

Sebastian inhaled a slow and shaky breath as his eyes bugged, still keeping dead eye contact with Charlie.

"Guys," Tom said cautiously as he eyed the two men.

"And you," Charlie said as he looked to his right to meet Tom's eyes. "You fucking left her."

"Well, we both left for the same reason, now. Didn't we?" Tom said as he advanced closer to Charlie.

Charlie shifted his gaze back Sebastian slowly. "Yeah. Him."

"Really fucking mature of you to blame this shit on me when she kept saying how she just wanted you back," Sebastian spat at Charlie. Sebastian chuckled. "Y'know, from what I remember of the video, she said she didn't care if Tom or I never saw her again. All she wanted was her fucking best friend from childhood, but you couldn't look past the friendship her and I had. You just wanted her all to your fucking self."

"Is that all she is to you?" Charlie whispered as a tear rolled down his eye, an angry expression still upon his face. "Just shit?" Charlie stepped back a few steps and chuckled. "Maybe your fans were right. Maybe she doesn't deserve you." Charlie stepped closer to Sebastian, their faces mere inches from each other. Charlie whispered, "She deserves better."

Charlie turned to his left and opened Y/N's hospital room door, slowly shutting it as he made eye contact with Sebastian.

"Fuck," Sebastian said as he took the chair in the hallway and flipped it.

"Sebastian, calm down," Tom said as he placed his hand on Sebastian's shoulder.

Sebastian took Tom's hand and pushed it off of him. "Don't fucking tell me to calm down," Sebastian said as he glared at Tom. "The girl I fucking love just tried to kill herself, Tom. And you're telling me to calm down? Out of all of us, Charlie should've fucking been there for her. Charlie fucking left her, Tom."

"So did I," Tom mumbled as he remained eye contact with Sebastian.

"But Charlie's been there for her since they were kids, Tom," Sebastian mumbled as he bit back a sob and covered his face with his hands. He took a few moments to breathe and took his hands away from his face. "It's all his fault."

Tom placed a hand on Sebastian's shoulder hesitantly, silently waiting for Sebastian to shrug it off again, but he didn't. "It's not Charlie's fault, Sebastian."

Sebastian gave Tom an exasperated look, looking like a deer in headlights.

"It's all of ours."

**

"Hey, Charles," I mumbled as I smirked at him as he made his way into my room.

"Hey," Charlie sighed, sitting at the chair that Sebastian had placed next to my bed.

We both sat in silence for a few moments before Charlie spoke up.

"Sebastian said that you kept saying how you wanted to go home," Charlie mumbled as he made eye contact with me.

I chuckled as I shook my head. "Where's the lie?"

Charlie chuckled with tears in his eyes. "Y/N," he began. "I don't know how to tell you how sorry I am for everything."

"Stop, Charlie-"

"No," he said as he made eye contact with me. "Don't tell me to stop. Don't push me away, please. I know I left you before but that will never, ever happen again, Y/N. I was stupid and insecure and..."

"And?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"And I was fucking jealous," Charlie said as he stood up from the chair and began pacing the room. "I was jealous because all he had to do was swoop in and suddenly your whole world revolved around him." Charlie ran his hands through his hair. "All those love songs, Y/N." Charlie shook his head. "All those fucking love songs that you asked me who I wrote them about when I was single? They were all about you," Charlie cried as tears rolled down his cheeks. "And I threw you away as soon as he started to get closer to you than I ever could."

I started speaking before Charlie cut me off.

"I was jealous, Y/N. But I never intended for any of," he motioned towards me. "Any of this to happen. I would happily take back everything if I could. I would do it in a heartbeat," Charlie said as he shook his head.

I closed my eyes and laid my head down on the pillow.

"But I don't expect you to say anything or feel the same way, Y/N. I really don't. I just want to do the things we've always done together-"

"You mean like when we were kids?" I asked as my eyes snapped open and made eye contact with him.

"Y/N-"

"Charlie, we did fun things when we were kids. Now we go to parties and get drunk and meet new people. You'll be drinking for fun. I'll be drinking to forget," I said, anger radiating through my voice.

Charlie shook his head as a sob escaped his lips.

"And it's not like we'll be able to have any fun any time soon," I mumbled. Charlie met my gaze. "I'm gonna be in therapy for a long time, Charlie. I doubt alcohol is on their list of recovery for me."

Charlie sat down in the chair and placed both of his hands around my right hand. "Then we can play fucking Scrabble and watch movies and tv shows. We can go swimming and look at the stars, Y/N. I don't care what we do. I just want you to be happy again," Charlie said as his eyebrows raised in a pleading way.

"We can't," I mumbled as I looked to where our hands met. "You're always away from me."

"I'll quit, Y/N. I'll go on a break. The record label will understand. And if they don't, then I'll just find a new one," Charlie pleaded.

My eyes met his again. A tear rolled down my cheek as I remained eye contact with him. "Charlie?" I asked, my voice high.

"Yes?" He asked as he leaned in.

"Do you really love me?"

**

My conversation with Tom was not as prolonged as my conversation with Charlie. My conversation with Tom was primarily asking about how the fans and the media were handling all of this. Tom said the media knew the basis of what had happened, but they didn't know the whole story. Only four people had my video, or as I now liked to call it in my head: Tape Number 13. Yes, I just made a Thirteen Reasons Why reference. Hannah Baker, meet your match.

The hospital said that they would release me, but on account of a few conditions. One was that I join a therapy group or see a therapist one on one. I opted for a group because at least then I could meet other people similar to me, and maybe make some new friends. But when has making new friends ever worked out for me?

Another condition they not necessarily required me to take part in, but more like a recommendation, was to see my "three best friends" one at a time.

I agreed happily.

The doctors prescribed me some antidepressants and blah blah. I got all the shit that would normally be recommended to a patient who just made an amateur attempt at suicide. And don't give me shit. I just tried to kill myself. Ok? I can make suicide jokes now. All you sensitive fuckers can kiss my fucking ass, especially the ones who are triggered but have never tried suicide for themselves and know nobody who has ever committed the act. Tv show characters don't count, sweetheart.

I had asked Tom and Sebastian to leave the hospital as nicely as I could. The two looked sad, but mainly for themselves. It's as if they knew that "they were not the chosen ones." Sorry, I shouldn't be making jokes right after being dispatched from the hospital. But laughing away the pain is what I did in high school, so why can't I do it now?

Charlie was my ride home, or wherever he was taking me. After I had asked Charlie if he really loved me, he had responded with, "Yes, Y/N. Of course I fucking love you."

"Then why couldn't you be happy for me?" I had asked.

"Because seeing him with you constantly hurt me. And it wasn't only because I loved you. It's because I wanted my best friend back." His gaze softened. "I just wanted my Y/N back."

SWOON. So now we're back in the present, me sitting in the passenger seat of Charlie's car as the music is softly playing in the background.

The two of us sat in silence before I said with a monster voice, "I just wanted my Y/N back."

Charlie laughed and shook his head. "Shut up."

"You copied me, y'know. I'm gonna copyright that video and sue you," I said as I glanced at him.

It is strange acting like nothing ever happened between the two of us, I will admit that. Hell, it's awkward ignoring the big elephant in the room as to why we're leaving the hospital in the first place. I guess that everyone was too talked out about the hospital talk. Either that or they would rather talk about it another time. I felt lucky, though, because I felt the same way. I didn't want to talk about everything surrounding that for a while.

Charlie pulled into my driveway and put the car in park. I could see his reflection in my window that he was looking at me, but I continued to stare at my apartment.

"I don't know," I mumbled as I continued to look at it. "I don't know."

"Don't know what, Darling?"

"It's just," I began, slowly moving my gaze towards Charlie's. "Memories." I nodded my head towards the apartment complex.

Charlie understood and put the car in reverse as he backed out of the driveway.

"Now where are we going?" I asked.

Charlie continued to look at the road as he said, "My place."

**

Life with Charlie was good. It was sweet, in a semi-romantic kind of way. The two of us didn't really talk about his confession with his love for me, but we didn't care. We genuinely enjoyed each other's company.

A few days in to my luxury, celebrity lifestyle with Charlie, I received a text from Sebastian.

It read, "Y/N, please tell me that everything is alright with you and Charlie. I just need to know how you are. Text or call me soon."

I smiled to myself as I texted Sebastian back. "Seb, if you want to talk, meet me for coffee in an hour."

An hour seems to fly by. It flew by at an unnatural state, but I didn't care. Everything seemed so perfect in my new "lifestyle" I guess you could call it. Charlie and I slept in the same bed from time to time, but in a platonic way, of course. It was just two best friends having movie marathons and talking shit about the world. Nothing too over the top.

I walked into the coffee shop and met Sebastian's gaze. He was seated at a table for two near the window.

I took my seat across from him as he handed me my coffee.

"How'd you know how I like my coffee?" I giggled as I took a sip.

Sebastian chuckled and shook his head. "I guess all this time with you has taught me some things."

I wore a quizzical face as I shrugged off the comment.

Sebastian asked, "So, how are you feeling?"

"Well," I began as I looked at my wrists. "Better?"

Sebastian shook his head. "That's not what I mean-"

"Better? Really?" Charlie shouted as he barged into the coffee shop. He made his way to our table. "She's doing better?"

"Charlie, what's going on?" I asked as I looked between the two men.

Sebastian placed his hands in mine as I began inhaling rapid and shaky breaths. "Y/N, look at me," Sebastian said gently. "Stay with me. Ok?"

"Wha- what?" I asked as I continued to look between the two men.

"Is it going to happen soon?" Charlie asked as he looked at me.

"Charlie, what are you talking about?" I asked.

"What's going on?" Tom asked as he ran in the coffee shop.

Somewhere from behind the counter of the coffee shop, the microwave started going off. The beeping hurt my ears as I closed my eyes and tried shrugging it off.

"Y/N, look at me," Sebastian cooed as he rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand.

I shook my head violently as the beeping continued. It didn't seem to be coming from anywhere particular anymore. It seemed like it was coming from somewhere inside of my head.

"Make it stop," I said as I smashed my hands into my ears, trying to block out the sound. "Just make it stop, please."

"Just will it away, Y/N. You can be here forever," Sebastian cooed.

"What?" I asked as the beeping continued to get louder and louder.

"Please," Sebastian begged as he grabbed my face while he leaned over the table. "Please, Y/N. Don't leave me."

My eyes opened for hardly a second. The bright lights wouldn't let me keep them open for prolonged periods of time, but I continued to blink until I had become accustomed to it.

A doctor was at my side, checking my vitals. I groaned, noticing all of the tubes surrounding me, going in and out of my body.

The doctor was taken aback at my protest. His eyes bugged as he remained eye contact with me.

"Where am I?" I groaned. "Fuck," I moaned, the dryness of my throat causing me to start coughing.

A nurse immediately ran to me and brought me a cup of water, to which I downed in a very quick amount of time. The nurse kept giving me water until I felt like I couldn't drink anymore.

The doctor continued to check my vitals until he suddenly left the room.

The nurse who was with me said, "You know, those three men in the hallway were just in here begging you to wake up and everything. One was even asking that since you moved your head a little, if that meant you were gonna wake up. They've been in here every day watching over you. Some days I had to even ask them to leave because of all the fighting they were doing, but they just continued it in the hallway. But sweetie," she cooed as she gazed at me lovingly. "You got one hell of a boyfriend out there. Punched one of those paparazzi guys right in the face for stepping foot in the hospital. If I've ever seen a true man protect his girl friend in this hospital, that was the time."

The nurse smiled at me one last time before she walked out of the room.

I was left alone for a few moments before I heard the door to my room open.

I heard footsteps moving towards me, so I glanced over at who was moving towards me.

He reached my bed and sat in the chair next to me bed, intertwining his hand with mine.

"Hi," I cooed, my gaze meeting Sebastian's.

He sniffled as a big smile formed on his face.

"Darling?"

TAA DAAA
Think you have this whole thing figured out, or are you lost?
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Also I never even intended on writing a second part to this AT ALL but it just happened. Also when thinking of a second part for this, I also never even originally thought of the ending being like that, but then it hit me.

I'm kinda shady on this one not gonna lie but here it is in case anyone enjoys it.

So, yeah. Here's this. I get it's a little confusing but for the most part I think you should all understand it.

I love you guys so much!!
-Jordan aka RomanianSebastian