And A Thing Called Love

I tapped my fingers on the black and yellow guitar that was in my hands. I couldn’t play a note, but I loved the feeling of a guitar in my hands. I wasn’t left-handed, so the guitar felt a little awkward in my hands.

Maybe I should’ve grabbed Brian’s guitar instead. At least I could’ve felt a little more comfortable trying to play the damn guitar.

I plucked a note, and I winced. It sounded so ugly. Would that even qualify to be a note? I didn’t think so.

I jumped as I heard glass break.

What the hell were the guys doing?

I slowly took the guitar off of me, and I placed it back where it was, in the case.

I ran upstairs, and I could already feel the tension. It was thick in the air, and I wasn’t exactly thrilled that I was the only one coming up.

I think that Johnny and Brian were in the room next to the one I was in.

Why weren’t they coming? They were both very nosy boys.

It was quiet in this loud house. Why wasn’t Jimmy anywhere near me? He could scream something random out loud, making it easier on me.

I walked slowly in the hallway, wondering which room the noise came from. It was kind of eerie, and I almost felt like I was in some horrible horror movie. I did not like the feeling.

My eyes slowly drifted to Zacky’s door. It was wide open.

I slowly made my way to it. I glanced inside, but Zacky wasn’t in it. I frowned.

What the hell happened here? Where were the guys?

I shook my head. Maybe the guys were pulling a joke on me or something?

My head quickly turned to the direction of Zacky’s room, as I heard a loud crash.

I walked inside of Zacky’s room. I touched the soft fabric of his bed. I sighed, and I glanced at the pictures and posters covering his wall. It was like he was still that teenager who had all his favorite bands surrounding him, like a comfort blanket.

My eyes slowly went to his bathroom.

I slowly walked up to the bathroom door, and I put my hand on the knob.

Should I just open it? Or should I knock?

"Oh God," I heard someone say. It was coming from the bathroom, and it was Zacky’s voice.

It almost sounded like he was in pain.

I twisted the doorknob, and I pushed the door open.

I wasn’t ready to see what I saw. No, he wasn’t this type of person.

I ran over to the bathtub. I touched his cheeks. They felt a little cold.

"Zacky, what the fuck were you thinking?" I yelled. I was frantic. I stood up, and I grabbed one of the towels.

I quickly pressed it against his right wrist.

No, this wasn’t suppose to happen to him. He was stronger than this. He wasn’t like this. He was so many people’s role model. He has a successful career. He has screaming fans. He has so many friends and family members that love and would die for him.

I held the towel there with my right hand, and I grabbed my cell phone from the pockets of my jeans.

I quickly dialed "911", and I began to chew on my lip.

"Your eyes are grey today," Zacky whispered.

I looked down at him. He had a smile on his face. He almost looked happy.

Why?

"Now is not the time to be talking about eyes or smiling, Zacky." I said.

That only caused him to smirk.

"Oh, Taylore," he whispered. His voice sounded weak, and I was really worried.

Was my damn phone even working?

Right when, I was getting to my limit the operator answered.

"Hello, this is 911. What’s your emergency?" she asked.

"My friend, he’s bleeding to death," I said frantically. "Is he still conscious?" she asked. "Yes, yes, he can still speak." I said.

"What’s the address of the home?"

"7239 Maple Road," I said. "We’ll have an ambulance there right away," she said.

I hung up the phone, and I stared down at Zacky.

I placed my left hand on the towel.

"Where are the guys?" I asked. Zacky smiled more.

"They left to go get some food," he said. "They just left you?" I asked angrily.

"Taylore," Zacky whispered.

I looked at him more carefully.

"I don’t think they even began to think that this would happen to me," he said.

"I don’t think anyone would," I said.

He shrugged.

"So what triggered you to do this to us?" I asked. He shrugged. I wasn’t convinced.

"Was it Gena?" I asked.

Zacky stared up at me, and he gave me a warm smile. He nodded slowly.

"She broke up with me. She broke up with me on a text message. Can you believe it? She didn’t even have the courage to come and tell me herself. She didn’t even have the nerve to call and talk to me." he asked.

I rolled my eyes.

"I told you I didn’t like her. Now shut up. No more talking for you," I said.

He nodded.

"Hold the towel to your wrist. I’m gonna go unlock the front door," I said. He nodded.

Before my hands left the bloodied towel, Zacky placed his hand on mine. I stared at him.

What was he doing?

"Let me tell you about the birds and the bees, the flowers and the trees, the moon up above, and a thing called love." He said.

I stared at him for what seemed like hours. It was those damn words and eyes that kept me there.

I was surprised, when I felt tears going down my cheeks. I knew those words. I remembered them very well, but why was he bringing them up now?

"I’m gonna go unlock the door now," I whispered.

I stood up, and I practically ran the whole way to the front door.

Just as I unlocked it, there was a knock. I opened the front door, and I was practically attacked by everyone.

"Where is the person?" a man asked.

"Upstairs, second door to the left." I said.

Just as soon as the words left my mouth, nearly all of them rushed up the stairs.

"He’s in the bathroom in the room," I yelled.

I noticed that there was still one man downstairs with me.

"Can I go with him?" I asked.

"Relation," he asked.

I bit down on my lip. Of course I was friend, but would they let me go with him, if I was just a friend?

"I’m his fiancé," I said. He nodded.

"You can go then," he said. His voice was gruff, and he seemed uncaring about this whole situation. I didn’t like him.

The rest was really just a blur for me. Everything from then on was a blur. The whole ride to the hospital, the waiting for Zacky in the hospital, and calling the guys to tell them; it was all a blur for me.

I tapped my fingers against my thighs. I bit down on my lip. I moved my feet a little.

Everything about me was completely nervous. I couldn’t calm down at all. I drank water, I ate good food, and I took several five minute naps.

Of course I was forced to do all of those things by my friends. They all wouldn’t let me just worry over him.

They told me to go home, that they would call, when he was fine.

No, I had to be here, when he recovered.

I felt someone poke me in the shoulder. I looked to my right. It was Matt. He gave me a weak smile, but I couldn’t even force one onto my face.

"He’ll be fine. He’s strong," Matt said. I shrugged.

"You didn’t see him," I said. I almost sounded like a bitch.

"I’m sorry," he said. "No, I’m just worried. Ignore me for now or you’ll just get yelled at by me," I said.

I stared at the white walls of the hospital. I never like hospitals. Even though they "saved" lives, they always seemed so cold, so uncaring. Like every single patient they ever had was like a car.

If one broke down, they could just get another one.

I sighed deeply, and I covered my face with my hands. When the hell was he going to be okay?

"Taylore, he wants to see you."

I looked up. A smiling Brian was standing in front of me.

"You mean he’s okay?" I asked. Brian nodded. I felt myself smile, and I jumped up. I gave Brian a big hug.

"He’s okay," I said happily.

I let go of Brian, and I ran over to Zacky’s room. There was a doctor waiting for me outside.

"You’re the fiancé, I presume." She said. I nodded.

"Yes, he was asking for you," she said smiling. "But he’s completely fine?" I asked. She nodded.

"He’ll need to be on the IV for a while, but he’ll be okay. He should be able to go home in about two days or so," she said.

"Thank you so much," I said. "Don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t like it, if lovers were torn apart." She said.

As she said that, I felt my stomach twisting and getting knotted. We weren’t really lovers; we never were.

Not like I didn’t try before though.

"Now you can be with him for about an hour, and then he’ll have to rest some more." She said.

I nodded.

I walked inside of the room, and I saw Zacky lying down. His eyes were closed, and I see his chest rising and falling.

Was he even awake?

"Taylore, is that you?" his voice said.

He didn’t even bother to open his eyes.

I walked up to him, and I touched his forehead. At least he was warm now. I didn’t like him feeling so cold.

I stared at Zacky. He opened his eyes, and he smiled up at me.

"I knew it was you," he whispered.

"Well, you did ask for me, right?" I asked.

He shrugged.

"I asked for my fiancé," he said smirking. I felt myself blush.

"I had to get into that ambulance somehow, Zacky." I said. He smiled.

"I know, and I like the sound of it." He said.

"The sound of what?" I asked. He just grinned at me.

"Did you like my quote?" he asked. I shrugged. He was avoiding the question, wasn’t he?

"Sure, why not?" I asked grinning.

"I’m offended, Taylore. I pour my soul to you, and you say, "Sure, why not?"" he asked. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, maybe next time you should use a line that I didn’t use on you in high school," I said smirking.

"But it’s so catchy," he said grinning.

"But I used it first," I said. "But it sounds better, when I say it." He said.

"Hun, everything sounds better, when you say it." I said winking.

Now you know those awkward moments, where you and the other person have no idea what to say to each other? That was sort of this kind of situation.

Except Zacky and I were just staring at each other. It wasn’t because we were speechless. No, it was because we didn’t need to say anymore. Just looking at one another caused us to be happy.

"Visiting hours are over now."

The dreaded words came too fast.

That couldn’t of had been an hour, right? We couldn’t of had been staring at each other that long, right?

I looked back at Zacky. He grinned at me.

"I’ll tell you about love later," he said.

"I’ll be looking forward to it."