We were all on the tour bus right now. Ross and Hann were playing the game while George and I were eating some chips. We thankfully didn't talk about the incident at the venue. We are heading to the airport. We are going to America right now. More specifically Boston.

We got there in 15 minutes and we got on. I put my phone on airplane mode and got on. Of course George and I seats next to each other. "Here. I got our bags. You sit down you look tired" George said. I nodded my head and sat down. I took a picture of George so I can post it later.

He soon sat down and rested my head on his shoulder. "You OK Cat? I feel like you've been off since we got off the tour bus."

"I'm fine babe" I said. "Excuse me" I said to the flight attendant. "Can I get some hard liquor? Don't care what it is" she nodded and went off.

"OK. Matthew, what's wrong? You never drink hard liquor unless something is wrong."

"Nothings wrong. I just feel like something bad is going to happen" George nodded his head and that was the end of the conversation.

AFTER LANDING
We got off and I put my phone off of airplane mode. My phone exploded with tons of messages. One stood out though.

Mom: Answer your phone Matthew!! Your brother is on life support!!

"Babe you OK?" I heard George say, but I can barely hear him. I looked up to see nothing, but it was all blurry. I can faintly see them all asking me questions, but I couldn't hear them. I grabbed my bags and started to head to the desk to get tickets back home.

I felt some one grab me. "Don't fucking touch me!! I need to get home!!" I yelled pushing the person.

"No you don't Matty. You need to calm down. Shhh. It's OK. Come on let's go to the hotel and you can tell me what's wrong" I instantly knew it was George. I nodded my head and we walked out to a cab. I just started crying as soon as we got in. George held me tightly as I cried in his chest.

As soon as we got to the hotel, I went into the bathroom with my phone. I dialed Mom's number so I can know what happened.

"Matthew. Oh my. Where are you at?" I can tell that she's been crying.

"I'm in Boston. You know America. What happened to Louis?" I asked wanting to get the bad news over with.

"He was in a car with a friend and they got hit by a semi-truck.They think he might not make it" she broke down as soon as she said the last sentence and so did I. I pulled the phone away from me and started sobbing.

"Matty. Baby, what's wrong?" George said opening the door and running to me. He grabbed the phone from me and put it to his ear.

"Ms Healy?......Oh my god.....yeah....we we'll catch a flight right after the show tonight. Alright. Bye"

"Baby come here" I went to him and sobbed into his chest again. He was saying sweet nothings into my hair and I can feel a few of his tears falling on me.

"Come on we got a show" I said standing up and smiling.

THE CONCERT
Majority of the time I just sat on the stage floor. I just didn't want to do this. I cried and just wanted to die. If Louis dies I die. I was always there for him and he was there for me. Sure I have George, but still. At the end I sat on the floor sobbing again. I felt someone lift me up. I knew it was Georgie. The other boys wouldn't dare touch me when I'm like this. As soon as we got off stage I told George to get a cab. Luckily we got a flight home. I need to get to Louis before its too late.

A/N: Here's the video where George picks up Matty. https://vine.co/v/Or5r7UqrLg7